The Revenge by Tijan
He was still breathing. His chest was rising steadily.
Josh glanced across the room. “Scanners didn’t pick up that switchblade.”
I grunted and knelt down.
I reached for the bottom of his ski mask and took hold.
“You think he knew about the security measures?” Josh asked.
I paused and looked up. “What do you mean?”
“We scanned for weapons. He was only allowed inside because it showed he didn’t have any. That blade must’ve been well hidden on his body to get through. I’m saying maybe he knew you knew he was coming. That’s why he only had that blade on him.”
It was food for thought.
My blood was still pumping fast and hot inside, and it didn’t matter. I wanted answers, and I needed another hard workout with the boxing bag because this hadn’t been enough for me. It hadn’t quenched the fury really building inside of me, simmering there all my life.
I didn’t answer Josh.
I whisked off the ski mask and stepped back.
The men grunted, a few stepped back.
And me … I was looking at me.
TWO
Bailey
Three weeks later
The dress was itchy.
It was made of some super-strength alien fabric that hugged my body like latex, but it looked like gaudy cloth fabric. And it was plaid. Holiday break and all, and my friend Tamara, the hairdresser extraordinaire, swore I had to wear this red, black, and silver plaid dress contraption.
I hated it.
If I was going to mourn my mother, at least let me do it in comfort. This Lycra bodysuit invention gone wrong was adding insult to injury here. Chrissy Hayes would’ve thrown a fit at seeing her in this.
Her.
Crap. I was doing it again.
I winced, because here I was, thinking of myself in third person once more. It’d become a habit I picked up over the last three weeks, ever since I had to report in detail to the cops how I witnessed my mother’s murder. Chrissy Hayes’s murder.
Seraphina asked if I wanted something to drink the other night, and I’d responded with, “Yes, Bailey would love something to zonk her out. A valium and vodka, please.”
My little sister had nodded, turned to fill my order, then stopped. She turned back.
I cringed, catching what I had said, but she only asked, “Vodka and valium?”
Crap.
I coughed and covered, “I mean an orange juice please. Maybe some champagne with it?”
She nodded and went to do it, accepting that drink order instead. Mimosas were almost the norm in the rich, high-society world that Seraphina had grown up in. I was newer, coming into the family this past summer, after a kidnapping attempt because I was Peter Francis’s illegitimate child. Shock and awe to me because, one, I had no clue my childhood hero was actually my father; and two, Chrissy Hayes had a whole lie set in place that my dad had been killed in the line of duty. She’d even enlisted help from a few veterans at the local VFW. I’d been livid when I found out. Now I started crying because I would take more of her lies with actors and accomplices and a whole universe created to back up her story if that meant she were alive.
But fast-forward from that first kidnapping attempt, because life happened at breakneck speed after that.
I had left Chrissy behind, thinking it was for her own safety, and moved into the villa of my dad’s right hand and somewhat adopted son, Kashton Colello. Who was hella hot, with smoldering cognac eyes, a jawline that made my knees weak on a regular basis, and those high and chiseled cheekbones. Kash wasn’t really adopted, but he’d been taken under Peter’s wing and, feeling all sorts of gratefulness, Kash dedicated his life to taking care of the entire Francis family in return.
He went above and beyond, bringing me into his own home.
He had me tell my new siblings (I had always been an only child, and voilà, now I had three) that I was a friend of his and most definitely not their sister.
Yeah. See. He went above and beyond. I’m not all the way meaning that in the positive way, but it was beyond, for sure.
Lucky me, my brother Matt figured it out before long. Then I had a friend and an actual brother. And while I was dealing with the new life situation, the hotness of Kashton Colello had started to burn inside of me.
It blazed hot. Boiled over. And yep, he and I ended up in bed together.
There were kisses. Hot nights. Climactic nights.
During all that time, I fell in love and bam!—then I found out who Kashton Colello actually was, and thinking he’d been brought in under my dad’s wing was an understatement. Peter had kept him from the entire world because he was hiding out in his own way, from an evil, sadistic, murdering grandfather named Calhoun Bastian.
Kash had lost both his parents to his grandfather, and he’d been terrified that Calhoun would kill the rest of the Francis family. It’d been the main reason I was left out in the cold, so to speak. My father knew about Calhoun and thought it’d be safer for me if no one knew I was his daughter. Hence the father I never knew I had, and ironically, I had inherited his brain and his looks. We had the same dark hair that was so black that in a certain light it looked like there were streaks of blue. Honey-brown eyes.
I’d also inherited his computer skills.
That meant I could hack my way into almost anything, including looking up and violating a dozen firewalls if I wanted to find my father. So the whole veteran-accompanying witness testimonials that were fed to me had been needed, since I was given a name of a real guy that did die.
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