Sweet Revenge novel Chapter 30

"My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you've been mean to someone, they won't believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until its time to stop being nice, and then destroy them." -Laurell K. Hamilton.

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I blinked and then stared at the screen of my phone in what can be best described as shock. After a moment the screen went blank and I slowly stood up from my seat on the sofa.

"Oh no..." I trailed off as I suddenly began to pace the room.

This was certainly not good. Marcus knew of my identity and that changed everything. I wasn't afraid. Certainly not. That wasn't the case. It was that him knowing my identity decreased the chances of getting him back into jail.

"Marcus is going to be mad," Quinton mumbled, rubbing his chin and my pacing slowed down as I came to a stop.

I was certain I hadn't told Quinton about my identity.

"Hold on," I paused, "-and how exactly do you know?" I asked with narrowed eyes.

Quinton closed his mouth and turned to face Alexander. Alexander glanced at him, before looking up at my standing form.

"He heard it from me," Alexander said, his eyes staring directly into mine.

I clenched my jaw and looked back at Quinton. It felt like everybody was now aware of my identity and I hated it. Not only that, Alexander didn't have the privilege to tell who he wanted.

Quinton must've noticed my line of thought, as he sighed and also stood up.

"He didn't tell me straight out. He was mumbling some things and I overheard. Not to mention I sat him down and made him explain," Quinton said as he tried to defend his friend and boss.

"It isn't exactly something to sit and discuss," I replied distastefully.

"Well," Quinton added, "-we also talked about Alexander's...should I say...feelings."

I raised an eyebrow at Quinton. What had that meant?

"Feelings? What about?" I asked curious and this time Alexander stood up to join us.

"This is besides the point," Alexander stated calmly. He walked around the sofa and trailed his finger on the headrest.

"The question is, what now?" Alexander asked and Quinton and I became silent.

I furrowned my eyebrows and with a few steps, slumped into the sofa once more.

Before I could think of something, or before anyone could even discuss a suggestion, my phone chimed with a new text message and suddenly I clutched my phone in my palm even tighter.

"Who is it," Alexander said. It didn't come out like a question. More like a statement.

Perhaps because we all suspected the same person.

Marcus.

Without wasting another second, I slowly turned my phone around.

And like I had expected, Marcus' name was displayed on my phones wide screen.

"It's Marcus," I deadpanned.

Alexander and Quinton remained silent as I unlocked my screen to be greeted with a text message.

I stayed dead silent as I read the text mentally.

"So?" Quinton asked impatiently, "-what does it say?"

I glanced up at them before looking back down at the screen.

"Meet me at the address below. Tonight," I read out, skipping the address details.

I lingered on a long pause before finishing off Marcus' text message.

"Samantha."

Both Alexander and Quinton took in a sharp breath as everyone shifted in their seats.

"That doesn't sound too good," Quinton mumbled with a sigh.

"What are you going to do?" Alexander asked as I stood up, grabbing my phone, ready to prepare and leave.

"Go and meet up with him obviously," I said in a mumble as I made my way around the sofa, heading for the stairs.

"What?" Alexander said in outrage as he caught onto my arm as I walked passed him.

I came to a halt and glanced down at his hand that circled around my arm.

"You can't be serious," Alexander said in disbelief, "-he knows who you are. He will not be happy Samantha," Alexander stressed and I clenched my jaw at his use of my real name.

I snatched my arm out of his clutch.

"I'm a big girl Alexander. I can take care of myself. Especially against Marcus," I said almost offended.

"I'm Victoria Strikings," I smirked, "-I'm always careful."

After seeing the small grin on his face and the thumbs up from Quinton, I took in a deep breath and begun to walk towards the warehouse entrance.

My boots tried to avoid the mud as I eyed the strange building. It was abandoned. Much like the previous building Catelyn had Kevin bring me too.

The building was obviously painted white once. However due to inactivity, the building was slowly coming apart and the paint had turned into a dark worn out grey colour.

Not too mention the torn up door I was greeted by.

Watching my step, I bent down and avoided a loose nail as I entered the warehouse.

My boots made noise as I walked on the concrete pavement and I tried my best to slow down my pace to quieten the unnecessary noise.

After walking down a dark empty hall, I was led to a massive empty room that only consisted of old and broken furniture. Some were covered with white sheets and some were entangled with webs.

The only source of light was the luminescent of the moon and I came to a stop as I stood in the middle of the dark room.

Before I could call out or pull out my phone to tell Marcus I was here, a light bulb from above my head suddenly switched on and flickered before adjusting.

I glanced up and followed the wiring that was connected to the light bulb.

Slowly turning to my left, my gaze trailed down.

Hearing a little whistle, I followed it further down and spotted a man sitting in an old armchair with his legs crossed.

He held onto a string that controlled the light.

Searching his face, my breath got stuck in my throat when I stared back at Marcus.

Before I could speak, he gave me a sly grin before pulling down onto the string.

The light disappeared and immediately my senses went on alert as I eyed the dark area.

A few seconds later the light bulb suddenly came back on as I took in a sharp breath.

Now in the seat sat a smug looking Catelyn. Max stood behind her with his hand resting on Catelyns shoulder.

I clenched my jaw and tried to keep my face looking neutral.

Before I could take control of the situation, the hair on my neck rose as I felt warm breath fan over it from behind.

"Hello Samantha," Marcus whispered into my ear.