A Tale Of Revenge

Chapter 3

Hunter Rossi's Point Of View.

It was midnight, and the city was still buzzing with life. Bright lights lit up the streets, and there was a lively atmosphere all around. People lined up outside the pubs, eager to join in the fun. The full moon hung in the sky while casting a soft glow over each and everything.

Walking through the crowd, I could not shake off this strange feeling. Well, it was not happening for the first time with me. It's been 20 years and despite the excitement around me, I always used to feel distant and lost in my thoughts. The noise of the city filled the air, but inside, I always used to feel a heavy weight on my chest while making it hard to breathe freely.

Laughter and chatter filled the air while mixing with the sounds of cars honking and music playing from nearby clubs. Groups of friends walked arm in arm, while their voices were rising above the scale as they shared jokes and stories. Couples strolled hand in hand, lost in their own little world amidst the chaos of the city.

The energy of the night was infectious, drawing me in despite my inner turmoil. Everywhere I looked, there was movement and life, a stark contrast to the stillness I used to feel inside.

I could not help but feel envious of those who could enjoy their evenings without a care in the world for tomorrow blissfully unaware of the dangers lurking in the shadows. They laughed, danced, and lived in the moment, while I carried the weight of my haunting past on my shoulders and the consequences that followed.

I watched them as I yearned for the simplicity of their carefree lives and for the luxury of not having to look over my shoulder at every turn. How lucky they were to live without the constant fear and uncertainty that plagued my existence. In that moment, I wished for nothing more than to trade places with them, to experience the freedom of a life untouched by danger and darkness just for once.

I shook my head disapprovingly at my thoughts. Such a life was not meant for me. I was destined for a path fraught with danger and uncertainty, forever chasing shadows in the darkness.

I approached the entrance of one of the club. The bouncers stood tall while their imposing figures were blocking the doorway. With a nod and a handshake, I exchanged a few words with them as a silent understanding passed between us.

"Good to see you again, Hunter," One of them remarked.

"Yeah, good to be back," I replied while forcing a smile to mask the turmoil within.

As they stepped aside to let me through, I entered the club and welcomed by the pulsating lights and pounding bass of the dance floor.

Making my way through the crowd of people, I headed towards the bar, seeking solace in the glass of whiskey. Taking a seat on a stool, I gestured to the bartender. He was a rugged man with a friendly smile.

"Whiskey, neat," I said while my voice was barely audible over the pounding music.

The bartender nodded, pouring a healthy amount of whiskey into a glass before sliding it over to me. As I took a sip, the warmth of the alcohol spread through me and momentarily was able to ease the tension in my shoulders.

"Rough night?" The bartender asked while his voice was tinged with empathy.

"You could say that," I replied, giving him a half hearted smile while my gaze was fixed on the swirling liquid in my glass. "Just trying to forget, you know?"

He nodded in understanding while leaning against the bar as he polished a glass with a cloth. "I hear you, man. Sometimes that's all we can do."

I raised my glass in a silent toast while acknowledging his words before taking another sip of whiskey. The atmosphere suddenly shifted. The chatter of the crowd died down, and got replaced by a tense silence. My heart skipped a beat as six men burst through the doors, while their faces were contorted in anger. They brandished guns while their voices were booming over the music.

"Who the hell are you?" The bartender demanded as he stepped forward with a mixture of defiance and fear in his eyes. "You are not welcomed with a gun here. Get out before I call the police." but his words fell on deaf ears.

One of the men lashed out as he delivered a brutal kick to the bartender's gut. He doubled over in pain as he gasped for air as the intruders continued to scream at the patrons.

"Everybody out! Now!" They bellowed while their voices were echoing through the bar.

Panic swept through the crowd as people scrambled to their feet and rushed for the exits in a desperate bid to escape the chaos. Glasses could be heard shattering and chairs could be heard toppling, as the air was thick with the smell of fear.

I waited, my eyes were locked on the men as they prowled through the bar while their guns were glinting menacingly in the dim light. Adrenaline surged through my veins, but I forced myself to stay calm and to wait for the right moment to act.

"Come on, move it!" One of the men shouted while gesturing with his gun for us to leave.

Amidst the chaos, one of the men approached me while his expression was frustrated and suspicious. "Hey, didn't you hear what I ordered a moment ago?" He barked while pointing his gun towards the exit.

I met his gaze while my jaw clenched with defiance and my voice was dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, my bad. I am terribly sorry." I retorted as I tried to keep my cool. "I must have missed the memo about taking orders from armed thugs."

His nostrils flared with rage, and he took a step closer, and bringing the barrel of his gun just inches from my face. "You think you are funny, tough guy?" He snarled while his voice was laced with menace. "I will show you funny."

"Funny's a matter of perspective, brother. I don't think with a brain size of a pea you would understand." I replied with a cunning smile at the end while my voice was steady despite the tension.

The air crackled with tension as our words hung in the air and the threat of violence loomed over me.

With a smirk, I gestured towards the bar. "Why don't we discuss it over a drink?" I suggested while my tone was deceptively calm.

Before he could respond, I swiftly grabbed a whiskey bottle from the counter and launched it towards them. The glass shattered on impact, showering them with shards and catching them off guard.

As the men lunged towards me and with a roar of fury, his fist was swinging towards my face. I ducked just in time, I reacted instinctively as I threw punches while dodging their further blows with practiced agility.

The dimly lit bar became a battleground while the air was thick with the sound of grunts and the clatter of furniture. The bar erupted into chaos as the fight escalated. Chairs could be seen flying and bottles could be seen crashing to the ground. I fought with everything I had while trading blows with my assailants as each punch was fueled by a rage.

Despite their numbers, I refused to back down and my determination was unwavering as I landed blow after blow while using every ounce of strength and cunning to keep them at bay, targeting vulnerable spots and exploiting any opening that presented itself as I fought tooth and nail to gain the upper hand.

My movements were calculated and precise while with each and every punch, I could feel the tension in the room mounting and the stakes growing higher with every passing moment as the fight seemed to stretch on endlessly and the minutes blurring into one another as we traded blows in a frenzied dance of violence.

As the dust settled and the last of my attackers lay defeated, I took a moment to catch my breath while the adrenaline was still coursing through my veins. I walked towards the bar and lifted my glass of whiskey while giving them a dead serious look, " I will leave when I am ready. Understood?"

As the battle turned in my favor, I could sense the fear creeping into their eyes while the realization was seen to be dawning that they had underestimated me.