Sweet Is Revenge (2 page)

"Hey loser, don't forget your bag," I heard my brother's voice behind me.

"Don't 'hey loser' me, you have no room to talk," I turned to face him as he threw me my bag.

"Do you have bricks in that damn thing Lil?" He asked as he rubbed his shoulder. I caught my bag with no problem.

"No Brian, they're called books, you should try reading one sometime. And I'm surprised it even weighed anything at all with all the steroids you've been pumping," my brother was built like my dad, tall and skinny, but he had muscle and it was starting to get a little overwhelming. When his lower arms are bigger than my
thighs, that
gets me worrying just a little bit.

"Shut up, I don't pump steroids, and I read a lot thank you," he crossed his arms and pouted.

"I know. Anyway, I'm going out for the weekend, you should do something constructive while I'm gone, like going to a tanning booth you albino," unlike me, he had inherited our mother's pale skin with my father's everything else. He hated it, but the girls seemed to like it. The new hot look was pale skin with dark hair I guess, and he did have dark hair and dark eyes, so he was set. That didn't mean he liked it at all. So I messed with him every chance I got.

"Get the fuck out of here," he said waving his hand as to shoo away an unwanted visitor. I smiled up at him.

"I love you B- Bear," I said in a baby voice. He glared at me.

"Yeah yeah, love you too," he said before stalking off. He was too easy.

As I walked out my door that day, I didn't know that the adventure that I wanted would be just around the corner. I didn't know that I would meet somebody who would change my life forever. I didn't know that I'd actually have to use my skills with a gun eventually. No, I didn't know that at all. And I'm sure if I did, I would have taken everything back about life being mundane.

He's plotting his crime

With stealth and care.

Wargasm- Revenge

Decklin

It took me a couple hours to get to the town that they lived in. When I got there, I was not impressed. It was so small. I had always been a city man myself. Luckily they did have a grand hotel, if I would have had to stay in a dingy motel I would have shot myself before I even got to the family. I was way too good for that. After I checked in I drove around the town, getting used to my surroundings. I was driving past the house that I was looking for, the house that had the murderer of my father living in it, when I saw a car pull into the driveway. I slowed down a bit to watch the person get out.

It was a girl. Holy shit, just looking at her made my blood get hot. She was a small thing with a great body. She had hips and a butt that was made for grabbing, for sure. Her waist was thin and she was well endowed. Her legs went on for miles it seemed like on her small body. She had tan skin and dark hair that went down to the middle of her back in waves. I couldn't see her face, but if it looked as good as the rest of her body I would not have a problem with what I needed to do at all. I would definitely work at getting a free fuck out of the thing before I killed her.

I drove back to my hotel to get some rest before I started planning. But as I
laid
on the bed images of a certain girl came to my mind. Hell if I was going to get any sleep. My whole body was rigid with desire. After twenty minutes I gave up on the
cat nap
and went to take a cold shower. How was I going to play the nice guy when I already wanted to jump her?

I could skip the whole "nice guy" routine and just take her as my own, and then get rid of her, before moving on to the rest of the family. As good as that sounded, I knew it wouldn't work. They had the other side on their team. And I'm sure the
girl along with her family were
all trained. They had to be for the life they lived. No, that would be suicide. I hit the wall of the shower. I had to think of something.

My brain was not working though, I was thinking with a much lower part of my body. I decided to go out clubbing that night. I'd find an easy girl and get that part of my body satisfied, then I could move ahead with my original plan. I'd play the perfect gentleman at day and appease my lust at night. It was a perfect plan.

I dressed in my best clubbing clothes and spiked my blonde hair, making sure it had the messy
look,
I guess that women found it sexy. I grabbed my wallet and keys and was out of there. It didn't take long to find the club, as in the only club in town. And what an original name it had, "The Club," this place was just amazing. Please, note the sarcasm.

There wasn't even any valet parking so I parked across the street. I made sure to lock my doors and headed inside. After getting ID'd I made my way over to the bar and ordered a drink. I turned to watch the crowd, scoping out my options. For such a small town, there were a lot of hot girls. But none of them compared to the tiny one I saw earlier.

Speaking of her, she walked in not too long after I did. She was dressed in tight skinny jeans and a
halter top
that hugged her magnificently and showed off her stomach… Let me tell you, she had abs that competed with mine, and a ring in her belly that sparkled under the lights. Her hair was down and in perfect waves. I finally got a look at her face and I was not disappointed. Her
cheek bones
were high, lips full and smiling, showing off a perfect set of white teeth, and her eyes were huge and bright, a pretty sweet aqua color. She was perfect.

I was not the only guy who noticed her by any means. As soon as she walked through the door more than ten guys approached her, offering to buy her drinks and wanting a dance. I smirked as she turned down every one of them. No competition, just how I liked it. I called over to the bartender.

"Do you know that girl?" I asked, motioning towards her with my head. The guy whistled and laughed.

"Oh yeah man, that there is Lillian Costa.
A fine piece of ass if I've ever seen one.
She's as closed up as an out of business building though. She turns down every guy who approaches her," I nodded, barely listening as I watched her make her way toward a group of girls. She walked so gracefully it was amazing she wasn't floating.

"You know her favorite drink?" I asked, still not looking at him.

"Sure do, but I wouldn't waste your time buying her drinks. You won't get anything from that one," he said with a laugh.

"I wouldn't bet on that, plus my intentions are purely innocent," for now, but he didn't need to know that.

"Alright, I'll send one her way. Want me to tell her
who
it's from?" I did take the time to look over at him this time. My look clearly said 'are you a fucking idiot?' He laughed again. "Alright buddy, good luck," he wandered off to make her drink and I watched as he delivered it. He pointed over to me and I saw her look with an eyebrow raised. I smirked and nodded at her once before turning around, facing the bar.

I stayed there for
awhile
longer before finding a few willing women to dance with. I always kept my eye open for Lillian though. She danced like a professional. After a half hour on the dance floor I went back over to the bar. I had just ordered another drink when she sat down next to me. I looked over at her and she was looking at me expectantly.

"You order me a drink, smile at me, then turn away from me and dance with other girls. I can already tell you're going to be odd," I looked at her, shocked for a moment. This was something I didn't expect. I just wanted her to catch a glimpse of me. I wasn't expecting a conversation yet.

"I wanted to buy a drink for a beautiful woman, nothing more to it," I said coolly. She stared at me for a moment before ordering another drink.

"Where are you from?" She yelled over the music.

"A couple hours north of here," I answered, not giving details.

"What brings you here?" She asked, taking a sip of her drink. I contemplated for a moment.

"Family business," I finally answered. It was vague enough and true enough. She nodded.

"Right on, well, enjoy your stay in our Podunk town, it's nothing compared to the city, but it's home nonetheless," she said, standing up. I put my hand on her bare arm.

"How did you know I'm not from a small town?" I asked and she grinned.

"When you live in a small town long enough, you learn these things, you realize when you're not talking to one of your own," and with that she walked away. I quickly got up and followed her, grabbing her arm once again. She turned to me with a raised eyebrow.

"Do you want to dance?" I asked with a smile. She laughed.

"So now you want to dance? You're too late, friend. Maybe some other time," she put her hand over mine and removed my hand from her arm. I smirked as she walked away. Yes, she was different
alright
. I was going to have fun breaking her independence and charisma. Break the spirit, and what do you have left?

Nothing.

This would be the most fun game I had ever played. I could already feel it.

Haven't we met?

You're some kind of beautiful stranger.

Madonna- Beautiful Stranger

Lillian

It was odd, waking up in my own bed on a Sunday morning. Beth had gotten a serious case of alcohol poisoning, so I went home Saturday night after helping the man she brought home take care of her. My parents were pleasantly surprised to have one of their kids home on a weekend. I wanted to do them a favor, so I called my brother and told him I'd buy him some Superman
ice-cream
if he came home for the night. That always wins him over.

So we had our first family night in a long time. We rented some movies and pigged out on junk food. I cooked dinner for a change and we had a really good time. But the junk food did not agree with my body. I don't eat junk food a lot. It just makes me feel disgusting. So when I did wake up on Sunday morning and looked down at my stomach I could have puked. Actually, I did puke. Since I'm small, even if I eat a little something, you can tell in my stomach. There is literally a physical change. I looked like I was pregnant.

I decided that even though it was only eight in the morning and like I've mentioned, I'm not a morning person. I was going to go for a run. I knew that Brian would be feeling like me too, and I was going to force him to go running with me. So I got my running clothes on, shorts and usually a sports bra, but I decided to wear a tank top because I was not showing off my stomach when I was so full. I put my hair up in a messy bun and made my way to Brian's room.

I jumped on his bed, my favorite way to wake people up. "Get the fuck off me monkey," he growled. I rolled over and looked at him. I pulled the covers down and looked at his stomach.

"Okay fatty, we're going for a run," I demanded.

"It's too early, I'll go later," he said, covering his face with his arms.

"Look at yourself, you're as bloated as I am. Do you really want to go out later, when the rest of the world is up to see you?" I tried to play on his vain streak, and it worked. He moved his arms and looked down at his stomach.

"Ugh, you're right. Get out of here so I can change, I'll be downstairs in a minute," he said, flipping the covers off and walking over to his closet. I went downstairs and got two bottles of water from the fridge and put on my tennis shoes. Brian walked down shortly after in track pants and a wife beater, stretching and yawning. I threw a water bottle at him and stood up.

We helped each other stretch in the front yard before getting started at a jog. "What'd you do this weekend sis?" He asked after awhile.

"Went to The Club, Beth got alcohol poisoning," I said sighing.

"She never knows when to quit," he said with a laugh.

"Maybe this will teach her. She was really sick. She met someone nice at The Club though, he stayed with her and took care of her," I said, picking up my pace a little bit, Brian easily stayed with me.

"Who the hell is it? Usually only the creeps hang out there," he said and I playfully hit him. "I was talking about the guys, not the girls," he added.

"I have no idea who it is. But really, being nice is all he has going for him. He's a short guy, maybe my height, he's overweight and his hairline is receding, he's only like, twenty-three I think," I couldn't believe Beth had taken him home. He had put the moves on her all night and finally she gave into his chivalrous charm. It wasn't unusual for Beth to take someone home, but usually they were attractive.

"Her standards have obviously dropped," he said in a bitter voice. Beth and him had a fling for
awhile
and she decided she wanted to end it. That was something that Brian was not okay with. Usually he chose when to "ditch the bitch," as he put it. It caused not only problems between them, but between Beth and me as well. I don't care about any other guy she messes with, but when it came to my brother, I was almost as over-protective of him as he was of me.

"She'll never get better than you, she'll just keep going down," I said, winking at him. He laughed and started running faster. I kept up with him like it was a piece of cake. A lot of times we raced, but right now it was more for our bodies than for fun that we were running.