Vengeance Rider
Revenge is the raging fire that consumes the arsonist
- Max Lucado
ANA
I’ve never hated someone so much. And, at the same time, not.
I worked myself into a fit when Colt left and then I fumed, crashing my fists into the mattress, beating my knuckles into the pillows until I pushed back the sadness and sour confusion until all I had left was rage. Pure and feral.
He was a f*****g asshole for leaving the way he did. What sort of man seduced you, made you want him so bad that it hurt and then left like that? Giving you best o****m (okay, orgasms) of your life only to wipe his hands directly after as if his work was done? As you were some chore he had to finish, some conquest he needed to conquer before heading back to the real game, treating you as if you were practice?
