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The Revenge Plan Copyright © 2019 by Linda Kage This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses or establishments, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book—except in the case of brief quotations in reviews—may be used, reproduced, or translated without written permission of the author. Contact Information: linda@lindakage.com

The joy in his heart was pounding when he remembered how last night he killed James with his own hands. Alexander felt the protruding part of his armpit, it was a bug that was implanted in his body. With this tool, he can tell everyone the situation he is in, without having to bother using his cellphone. In his heart, he smiled with satisfaction. Imagining how Xavier would lose at the hands of the enemy. ** Sinokmput

I screamed at him as soon as I barged in, he removed his glasses and looked at me with a calm smirk. "I asked you something." "Well I don't think I did something wrong so I don't find it necessary to answer you." he said standing up and coming near me. "Wrong? Everything is wrong. Do you know how much difficulty I had to undertake so that my new name could be created? At least do you know what will be the complications of this absurdity?" I asked him and I am sure he can see the fumes coming out of my years. "Revenge is sweet, senorita."

The only reason I hadn't until now was because I recognised the part that was drawn to her and whatever those files revealed of her past, I didn't want it to interrupt with my revenge plans for my sister. White spurts of my come splashed on her face, decorating her cheek, chin and the corner of her mouth. I watched as her tongue darted out and licked the corner of her lips and she closed her eyes, tasting me like it was some tasty fûcking dessert. A look of pure bliss crossed her face before she schooled her features and looked at me. I almost smiled. She was fûcking perfect. And day by day it was getting hard to consider her nothing but a pawn in my revenge. Fûck.

I leaned on the counter and sipped, looking so tempted by the paper right there In Front of me— It held the information I needed most, the details of the woman that had allegedly murdered my child. With each gulp, I could feel a heavy thud in my heart. It was one that left me feeling numb, one the alcohol couldn't dissolve or make disappear— It was a sweet bitter taste of revenge that burnt right into the buds of my lips leaving an aftertaste that consumed right into my soul. When the sound of water from the faucet hitting the ground and draining off as she sang in the shower, I glance.toward the noise. I wondered how deprived I would be If I went with her. I imagined that she would stop me

He made absolutely sure he implanted his favorite quote to me, while growing up, which I made sure, did not go six feet under, with him. It states thus; Revenge tastes better when served cold. But war is a meal that must be devoured, scorching hot. With every bite, a reminder of the blood that has been spilled, and every fucking swallow, a Vow, never to forget the price that was paid. I think it is safe to say, my revenge plan is at a fucking zero degrees Celsius, and the impending war, which I simply cannot wait for, would be a meal that would never in my lifetime be forgotten.

By the time I’m done with you, you’ll wish you had never touched my father. You’ll wish you had never been born. I took another sip of juice, legs crossed, feeling powerful for the first time in weeks. Revenge tasted so fucking sweet.

I cut him off, my voice low. He fell quiet. Because he knew I was right. He hadn’t felt life die inside him. He hadn’t read a report that spelled out the end of his ability to ever carry again. I picked up the spoon, my fingers trembling, but I didn’t look at Draven. I didn’t want pity. I didn’t want comfort. I would not be pitied. Despite the shaking, I forced the spoon into the bowl and brought it to my lips. It tasted like ashes, but I ate. Another spoonful. Then another. The food scraped down my throat like gravel. Because if I wanted revenge, then I had to be alive to do it.

I was doing more than seducing. I was sinning... with my ex-mate’s uncle. And it felt so damn good. Who knew revenge could taste so wickedly sweet? ****************** I opened my eyes slowly, staring at Raze as he focused on the document in his hand. Surely, I wouldn’t be able to face him again after everything that had just happened. Oh gosh, what did I do? I could still hear the moans—my moans. Fvck, I felt so shy and embarrassed.

I looked down at the food, my stomach twisted again—not from hunger, but from the slow return of something unfamiliar, fear, the thought of anything happening if I ate this food. But it worked both ways, I wanted death and if it was poisoned, I'd die, and If I didn't, it was a clarification of the fact that even though I served no purpose to the man in front of me, I was going to take revenge for every single thing the Cavarallos did to me. I picked up the spoon with a trembling hand and took another bite. Still tasteless. Still hard. But easier than the first. Sorrentino didn’t say anything. He just sat there, letting me eat in silence. Letting me take back my time.