A tear rolled down my cheek recalling how her eyes begged me to save her but I couldn't because I was tied down few feet away from her but I was thrashing around in urgency to set myself free so that I could reach her. I strangled his neck to a position where his veins popped out from his cheek and forehead and his skin turned red with his eyes popping out and tear started squirting out of his eyes.

　　A hard punch to my stomach made me release him and he fell on his knees before me coughing and gasping for air.


　　"Funny right? Have you ever imagined that there will come a day where you will in the same position where my sister was?" I asked and kicked in his guts.

　　He slammed against the wall groaning but stood up in swiftly blocking my kick with a hand.

　　Using an elbow strike he struck me hard on my face which made me stumble backward. I could feel a cut on my face with blood oozing out.


　　"Look at you crying like a baby" he teased me and smirked at me.

　　"I am amused to see you like this when you yourself know that you are on the brink of dying. I must say you are utterly brave to put on an expression like that before me" I said which made him chuckle.


　　"Believe me pal, my profession taught me that," he said and blew a punch towards me.

　　I didn't even get time to register what he was going to do and the very next second I felt solid punches on my face.

　　It took me a second to regain my position and I punched back before bringing my hands up to defend myself. He lunged, swinging but missing. But I didn't miss when I punched directly on his guts which made him cough out blood. He knelt down on his knees and coughed blood.

　　He looked in no position to stand up. I gestured my men to do their work and they did. They got hold of him and made him sit back on the chair.

　　"How could you not feel mercy killing a pregnant woman before her own family, before her own brother?" I cried remembering the day how brutally he killed my pregnant sister.

　　"I was just doing my work" he coughed.

　　"But she was pregnant!" I yelled and kicked him right in his face.

　　"You are not supposed to hit a woman especially a pregnant woman" I yelled and fisted my hair in frustration.

　　"I too have a family. Whatever I did wasn't personal" he said and groaned in pain.

　　"But it is bloody personal to me" I snapped.

　　"You bastard deserve to die. You deserve to rot in hell because of you I couldn't sleep at night because of the nightmares of my sister screaming for help, which made me feel how worthless I was. Because of you not only did I lose my sister but also my only true friend that I ever had. And I have been dreading and waiting for the day when I could lay my hand on you. And now when I have got you. Trust me! You are going to die" I snarled as I slammed my hand next to him on the armrest making direct contact with his eyes.

　　"But don't worry I won't end your life that easily. I will make sure that each and every I torture you to the extent when you are going to beg me just to kill you" I promised.

　　"Killing your sister was the most-" he coughed "the worst thing I ever did" he took a long and deep breath before speaking "Trust! I too have nightmares about killing that innocent lady who was to bring a new life to this world. I despise myself for killing her. But I was forced to do that" he said and which made me laugh sarcastically.

　　"My wife was held captive and he threatened me that if I didn't kill your sister, then he would finish my wife. I had no choice. Believe me!" tears trickled down his cheeks as he lowered his head.

　　"I already know that. Feel happy that you are still alive only because of that but it doesn't mean that you are less sinful than Avery's husband" on this, his head shot upwards towards my direction.

　　"Yes! I know. It was that Nicholas who hired you to kill my sister isn't it?" I snarled and he nodded.

　　"Pitiful for a man. Not only did he kill his own wife but his own child. That disgusting piece of shit" I raked a hand through my hair and rubbed my face.

　　"Three years. It took me three years to trace his bloody ass down. I thought finally I got my revenge and killed him with my own hands stripping his true love right before his own eyes but I was wrong" I looked at my hands.

　　"That bastard didn't die and-"

　　"You are wrong" Willi intervened panting harder.

　　"What?"

　　"You are wrong. That man never loved anyone in his life. The only thing he loved is only money and power. He was going to repeat the same thing which he did with your sister" he said which made me clench my fist in anger. My blood boiled hearing that.

　　"And before he could use me for the same thing again. I got myself caught where I wanted" he said with a sly smile which made me raise an eyebrow.

　　"What?" I asked.

　　"You heard it right. I'm going to help you get your revenge. I'm with you" he said which made me laugh. A good hysterical laugh.

　　"Who do you think I am? Do you find me stupid to believe this shit?" I asked crossing my hand over my chest.

　　"And do you think that anybody could capture me that easily?" He looked towards Max and Max looked at me confused.

　　"The truth is he didn't capture me and no one ever could. I let myself captured by him. It was mine plan from the beginning to reach you. And the only way to reach you was to let myself captured by that sorry ass of that punk" he said smirking at Max.

　　"Why yo-" Max took a step enraged only to be held back by Marc.

　　"Look I am the only one who can help you to reach Nicholas. Trust me!" He said and I gave out a laugh.

　　"Trust you? and why is that?" I asked.

　　"Because I too want revenge," he said which made me raise an eyebrow.

　　"Because he killed my wife" he finished.

　　I knew I was in no condition to return home. My shirt was completely stained with blood and my face had cuts and bruises. Walking like that into my house was risky because then mom would see me in that condition and she would soon find out the reason.

　　So I sneaked in. But never had I ever imagined to face Juliette in that condition. As soon as she saw me her face held that frightened expression. I was mentally hoping her to be in a deep sleep for she was still unwell.

　　She went to sleep on the couch. For her not in a condition to lie down on such an uncomfortable couch would have been torturous. So I made her sleep on the bed while I took the other side of the bed. It was my bed after all.

　　I wasn't in a position either to sleep on that uncomfortable couch. Ignoring her, I switched the lights off and slept.

　　But it was being hard for me to sleep when the only thoughts were buzzing in my mind on how to get my hands on him. On that bastard Nicholas Greer.