Revenge is Sweet, Claudia M. Garcia [top 10 books of all time .txt] 📗

"Run!" That's what he said to me before the gun went off. In that moment everything around me went into slow motion. I saw when 'he' shoot the gun; I saw when the man I loved got shot right through the hart, and fell on his own blood. I wanted to run, but not away from the man with the killer, but towards the love of my life. Instead of doing just that I stayed where I was, frozen. In that split second that I saw the life live his eyes I realized that the only good thing in my life had been ripped away from me. In the exact moment that his body hit the ground everything zapped back into place. When that happend I turned my back on the man that I loved lifeless body, and just ran. I ran with all of my might with only one though to motivate me not to get killed, I will get my revenge.
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"Ugh!" I woke up gasping for air. I had been dreaming the same nightmare everyday for the past three years now, and each night that I dream it it only maid it more frighting. I closed my eyes, and tried to slow down my heart beat. I didn't realize that I had been gripping the sheets until I opened my eyes, and saw how white my knuckles where. I couldn't help feeling broken every time I woke up from that nightmare, just as I couldn't help the rage that came right after it. In the past three years seen's my hart was ripped from my chest, the only thing that has kept me going is getting revenge on those son of a bitches who killed him. Seen's his death I have been training how to fight, to defend myself, to shoot any type of gun, and to use any type of weapon that has ever been maid. I have trained myself to use anything so that I can get back at the son of a bitches who killed Micah. My hart skipped a beat just from thinking his name. I haven't allowed myself to think of him mush seen's his death, because every time that I though of all the good times that we had together, the day of his death always seems to taint them.

I snapped out of it when I heard someone knock on my bedroom door."Mel are you awake?" I heard Zane say from behind the door. Zane is my trainer, friend, and in a way he's family. He found me lost in the woods with blood all over me. He had taken me to his home to clean me up right after he found me.
*************************************************************************************** I was sitting down on a chair in a light green colored kitchen. I was scared, I didn't know what to do. What if they found me, they would take me back with them, and kill this innocent man who's only crime has been to help me. These thoughts crossed my mind while the dark hair man was wiping away the blood on my face with a wet cloth. I winced when he was cleaning one of the wounds I had on my forehead. "Sorry," he said.

I noticed that his voice was deep, strong, and very sexy. I know I shouldn't be thinking this considering that the man that I loved had been killed not more than two hours ago, but I cant help notice that he is a very attractive man, and I am sure that if we had met in a different situation, and of course if I had never met Micah then we would probably be having some fun(if you know what I mean). As much as I would wish that would have been in a different situation, but we aren't, and frankly I don't regret having meet Micah.

"So are you ready to tell me who did this to you?" the dark haired man said snapping me out of my thoughts. I hadn't realized that he had finished cleaning most of the blood off of me, or that he was crouched in front of me with a look on his face as if he was expecting me to burst into tears or something.

"Well? Are you going to answer me?" he asked again a little bit annoyed.

"No, I am not ready yet," I was startled to hear that my voiced sounded choked. He started at me for what seemed like an eternity to me; he looked at me as if he was trying to figure something out. After about another minute of his staring, he finally said,"well then I should show you to your room so that you can get cleaned up". I was startled with what he said, I thought that he was going to press me for information as to why I was covered in blood, but he hadn't and I had no idea why. When I finally nodded he got up, and offered me his hand. I hesitated a little before taking his had, but finally took it.

He helped me up from my chair, and started leading the way with my had still in his. I wasn't really paying attention as to where we were going, but when he suddenly stopped I bumped into him by accident. "Here we are," he said while I took a small step back when I realized how close we were. I nodded once again while he opened the door to the bedroom that I would be staying in until I figured out what I was going to do. He walking in first, and I fallowed.

When I entered the room I was surprised to see how cleaned the room was. "There is the bathroom," he pointed to a closed door that was to my right, "I will go get some clean clothes for you to change into," he said while he started walking towers the door. When he opened the door though I finally realized that he didn't know my name, or I his.

"Melissa," I said," that is my name, but you can call me Mel everyone dose".

He turned around to face me, and I realized for the first time that he had the most beautiful dark green eyes I had ever seen.

"Melissa, that's a beautiful name," I was kind of flattered by the compliment.

"Thank you sir," I said quietly, but when I realized that he was about to leave I blurted out,

"What's your name?"

He stopped once again, but this time he didn't turn to face me.
"Zane," he said before he walked out of the room.
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I shook my head to clear it from the old memory when I heard Zane knock on the door again. " Mel I know your are up, so you better get your ass to the kitchen I five minutes!" he said in a very low, but dangerous voice. Knowing that if I didn't respond he would probably break my door down or something. "Erg! Fine!"

"Good, know hurry up then, and don't use that tone with me young lady," he said with a teasing voice.

"Whatever you say Zane Macory Luther"
I heard him freeze mid step down the hall. "I told you not to ever say my full name again Melissa!"

Zane doesn't like his middle name, and hates it when people say it.

"Whatever old man," oh and he also hates being called old.

"I am not old Melissa!" he was screaming at me while he started to walk down the hall.I snickered, got up from bed, and headed to get ready for the day.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: WHEN I DO THIS ******* IT MEANS THAT SOMEONE IS HAVING A FLASH BACK.

I was sitting down on the table, my legs crossed on the chair with Zane sitting in the chair in front of me. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, and a news paper in the other, while I had I plate of waffles and syrup, and a cup of coffee in front of me. I was eating my waffles in peace minding my own bisness when Zane said out of nowhere, "You're eating like a pig". I know can you believe that?

"Shut the fuck up!" I snapped at him.

He looked at me over the newspaper and said, "You know their are a lot of more things that you could do with that pretty mouth of yours then to tell me to shut the fuck up", amusement was all over his voice when he said this.

"That's very doubt foul Zane Macory!" I snapped at him.

All amusement left his face as soon as I said that sentence. "Melissa Lopez, what did I tell you about using my middle name?" he growled at me. Like I said before, he hates it when people use his middle name. Being my mischievous self I said, "What did you say Macory? I couldn't hear you, would you mind talking a little louder please?" His eyes lit up, and faster then I could say shit he had me pined up against the wall.He leaned in even closer, and wispered in my hear, "Dont test me Mel, or the next time you say my middle name again you will be screaming it out with passion" he pressed his body closer to mine so that I could feel his little buddy.

"What makes you think that I would ever even remotely feel passion towers you?"

"You're body betrays you Mel" he ran a hand down my back, and stopped when he got to my lower back. That's the thing that I liked about Zane; he could tease you all he wants, but he will never force you into anything.

"Are you sure that it's my body that's betraying me?" this time I was the one who leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Try again". I looked