HIS SWEET REVENGE

Bryan’s POV

I groan at the pain from my shoulder as Marcus treats my injury, pouring a liquid substance on it which sends a rippling pain to every part of my body.

Shit! I curse inwardly.

I can’t believe Celine did this. I can’t believe she is behind this and she brought hooligans to my home. I am going to f***ing deal with her.

I thought she had eliminated the idea of wanting to take Jason out of my house.

When will she get to understand my reasons for not wanting to let Jason out of my sight?

I asked Camilla to go into my room and look after Jason. I was scared he would wake up alone in that room where I locked him up and become scared. I was also scared that someone would go in there and see him. If Camilla is there, I will be rest assured and I will be able to concentrate fully on dealing with this idiot calling Celine a baby.

I wonder if he is her boyfriend.

If something happens, Camilla will surely raise an alarm.

“You are good to go, boss”, Marcus steps back after treating me and wrapping a bandage over it.

I give him a nod and stand up, wincing in pain. It hurts as hell.

This so-called Paxton wants to see the other side of me and that is what I am going to show him. I am going to show him how cruel I can be.

Cruelty and overprotective of what belongs to me. I don’t care whether he goes with Celine or not, my concern here is my fruit.

Jason.

He is going nowhere.

He has brought this side of me out already and he will see it till the end.

The man who was shielding me is dead and I have asked the guards to dispose of his body. The others have been thrown out. I don’t care whether they come back in thousands, I am ready for them.

I have instructed the head guard to bring in more guards around the house and every corner of the building. Nothing must have happened to my son.

As for Paxton, I am going to teach him a lesson till he begs me for mercy. The former me won’t even care if he dies here. In fact, the former me won’t let him see the light of the end anymore till he breathes his last breath.

I take the elevator down to the underground building and the moment the door dings open, I walk out with two bodyguards behind me.

Paxton is already there waiting for me and I can’t wait to inflict pain on him. Pain similar to what I felt years ago when I lost my wife-to-be and a child. I want him to feel it because that exact pain will be what I will feel if something happens to Jason.

I am going to teach him never to cross paths with me ever again. His mistake was letting Celine talk him into doing this.

We take the staircase down to the tunnels where he is being kept. This is my dungeon and Great Haven where crimes of my enemies and betrayal are being washed away.

This is like hell where bad people are dealt with for the bad things they have done. I believed that God created me for this purpose but Helena keeps ringing it to my ears that I am not created to be a judge.

She knew I was doing all of that to make the world a better place by teaching all those bad people the right thing but she believed that I could be better. I didn’t need to be the judge.

She believed in God. She believed he was the Greatest Judge.

I stop in my tracks at her remembrance. I promised her never to go back to this lifestyle. This was the same reason why she was killed.

“What makes you different from them, Bryan?” Her words before she left that night keeps ringing in my ears. “What makes you different from the people you deal with, the people you punish, the people you cut their fingers off and the people you kill? Tell me what makes you different from them?”

“The more you kill, the more you become like them and the more distance you go away from being good. The more you continue with this, the more you move closer to being the devil yourself. I didn’t fall in love with a devil.”

Her words hurt me so much. Being referred to d as a devil was the height of it and that didn’t make me go after her when she left the house.

I regretted not following her. I regretted it and I vowed to her that night before she breathed her last, never to have anything to do with all of these.

What do I do now that they come knocking and looking for trouble themselves?

What do I do to protect myself and my holy hope to have an heir? How can I defend myself if I don’t do this? How can I teach these people lessons never to cross paths with me and let me have the quiet life I have been living since she died?

I didn’t take any revenge because of her. Because of that vow. I didn’t try to find out who was behind it all because of her.

Why then is Celine making me do this?Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Abruptly, I turn back and the guards move away to give way. I can see the look of curiosity on their faces from my peripheral view.

They must be wondering what is wrong and why I am not doing this. It hurts to feel this weak because of that vow. But it means a lot to me. It means a lot to Helena and this is the only way I can honor her in death. This is the only way I can make it up to her.

“Deal with him yourself”, I instruct them firmly. It is better than doing it myself. The guilt won’t let me be. Not doing anything to Paxton won’t make him learn his lessons.

I hear deep laughter coming from the tunnel and I turn back to see Paxton laughing with the iron chain around him making a clunking sound.

“Coward!” He yells, laughing and giving me a daring look.

I look closely at him as I begin to think of his name and the reason why I find him familiar.

His face is familiar. His name is familiar too and now the voice is familiar.

That voice sounds like a voice I have heard from the past. The voice of someone I used to know in the past.

Where the hell do I know him from?

I begin to move down again, watching him as I take each step at a time. The laughter dies down and he has a grim look on his face now.

The more I walk closer, the more his face looks familiar with his hair up. His hands and legs are chained to the iron chair as he struggles to free himself while gritting his teeth in anger.

The action looks familiar too.

When I get close to him, I lean forward with my face a few inches away from him. I stare at his face until it dawns on me that this is nothing but a disguise.

“Hello, Bryan”, he flashes me a smile when he sees the look of recognition on my face.

“Derick?” I call out in disbelief.

He grins broadly.

Why didn’t I think of this when I first saw him? According to my source, Paxton is the fake name while Derick is the real name. Derick is using the name Paxton as a disguise here.

I can’t believe Celine is helping this fool to get my son out of here where he is safe.

Rising upright, I raise my hand in the air, pushing the thought of Helena’s vow out of my head, and slap him across his face.

“How dare you?!” I growl.