All Chapters of HEATED REVENGE : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

THALIA POV“Fight me.”Every head in the room turns to Carlos.I turn as well, sowly.“What?”He holds my gaze with that particular patience of him that's more of him waiting for you to act than reply. “Scared you’ll lose?”He questions which I know is a taunt. I shouldn't.I'm angry at both him and Marcus but the idea of punching him, fighting him, unknots something in my chest. Something that tells me fist fight is a good idea. “Sure.” I'm already squaring my shoulders before the word is fully out.“To the ring,” he says. “Weapons allowed. Until the other retreats.”I take the six steps that lead into the ring, already putting off my jacket. Nico passes me a glove which I neglect.I want to feel every pain. I think back at Marcus. He had access to reach me tonight. He could have called:bone call in advance, a warning: "Thalia, I need you to prepare yourself before you walk into that room" A text like that wouldn't make the pain hurt so much. I checked my phone a hundred times

I think about the knife still within reach.I can grab it and slit it into his throat. Watch him die now, rid myself of the conflicting ways he makes me feel. Like enjoying the kiss, hating the man I'm trained to kill got a bit hurt by my knife.Slashing his throat now will be considered as part of the fight, I think and it just makes me laugh. It's the most stupid thought I've ever had. I won't leave here alive. Not with his men surrounding me and definitely not with Damien that considers him family."You're not" Carlos says. His breathing heavy and hooded onto my body. Damien might be soft. Looking like the boy next door, with tattoos that aren't as glaring as others, plus the fact that he does smile. He can look quite less criminal but he's as lethal as them.Where others prefer violence and knife. Damien prefers poison, the type that'll kill you so slowly you'll beg for death.I rid myself of the murder. Apart from his present men, I want Carlos to know it's me when I kill him.

THALIA POV“Bye.” Greg’s voice is flat as he pulls up outside my building.I nod, unable to find the word back.The car pulls away and I stand on the pavement for a moment, the night air cold against my face, the city moving around me like nothing happened tonight. Like a man didn’t die beside my feet four hours ago. Like Marcus didn’t sit across a table from my enemy and smile his chess smile and say absolutely nothing to warn me.My phone buzzes.Marcus: We’re moving closer to bringing down Carlos’s name.I scroll up and down, click his name again. But nothing. That’s it. That’s all he sentI stare at it until the screen goes dark.*Moving closer? Four years of my life. Six years if I count from the beginning. Six years of grief, practices, patience, planning and doing exactly what he said, when he said it and how he said it. No improvising. Just complete- Trust the process. Trust me.And tonight he sat across from Carlos Terrius, the one whose name he spoke with venom every single

CARLOS. DAY ONE. 1AM Five hours since she left.I’m still at my desk, jacket off, the contract in front of me unread for the last forty minutes. The words stopped registering somewhere around the third paragraph. I keep reading the same clause and retaining nothing.My mind is elsewhere, circling around regret and anticipation.I shouldn’t have let her go home.Thalia is up to something bad. My mind has been thundering around that for a while.The thought arrives the same way it has every twenty minutes since Greg’s car pulled away. I'm not worried, not exactly. More like the unsettling feeling that I'm about to be double played.I’ve spent months studying, and the specific unease of knowing that Thalia idle is more dangerous than Thalia occupied.But I can’t cage her. Not yet. Not abruptly.She’s an eagle. If I cage her, she'll snap.I've to make her choose to land. If I chain her too fast, cut her freedom before she’s stopped noticing it being cut, she’ll snap so hard and so comple

Finally. Holding the door that will calm or rage me more, I feel hot.The tech room is eight feet high, big and runs warm. Servers and screens showing the entire layout of this building line the walls.All forty technicians with their team leader stand straight by the door. To greet me.If they had used this information to see someone strange walk into both my deal room and circuit. I won't have a bloody bill and blood filled night.I don’t look at any of them."Pull up the feed in deal room from six pm" She does, without questioning.They all get to work and the big screen at the middle of the wall shows the passage way. No entrance, just a still static.They press further, finally showing a little darker feed that shows movement. Real-time.By ten past eight pm, a staff walks in to the deal room and I exhale slowly.Not her. The feeling that moves through me is complicated.I feel relieved because it wasn’t her. Because I won't have to decide what to do to her. But underneath the r