12. Fight back
2042 Words
Wendy POV
When I wake up, I no longer feel sadness or loss; no, what I feel is anger. Those men took something from me, and I intend to get my revenge no matter what. If they think they can hide, then believe them wrong; I have people everywhere.
I know what I have to do, but I can't do it yet, not until I know that the Winston brothers aren't harmed in the process. None of them will like that I want and have to do this alone, but they can't get involved. The pigs who did all this must think the brothers are unaware.
In my anger, I pick up a lamp and throw it into the wall; it crushes against the wall with a loud bang. Shortly afterward, the whole concarong comes running and looks around confusedly as if we are under attack. Their gaze lands on my clenched hands and the broken lamp.
"I'll replace the lamp for you," I say, stepping out of the room toward the front door.
"Where are you going?" Damien asks confusedly.
I'm just about to answer when my phone rings in my purse hanging by the door. The signal I recognize instantly and smile when I hear it. It's the kids calling from my dad's phone; I guess they wonder where I am and when I get home.
"Hello?"
"Mom? When are you coming home? You didn't come home last night," Caleb says in a fatherly tone and I giggle a bit.
"I'll be right there, baby. In fact, I was just about to come home to you," I reply.
"Are you with him now?"
"Yes, I am, and it's all right. I'm not hurt or anything, I just needed to sleep a little," I lie and omit all my nervous breakdown.
"Put the phone on speaker, I want to talk to him," he says, and I do as he says laughingly. "Mister? How dare you keep mom away all night? Dad's gonna be so angry when he finds out about this. Wait till you get home, miss."
With those words, he hangs up, and I bend forward by all the laughing. My little man is a real master defender, and I love him for that. Damien looks confused while the rest of us think it's hilarious. Brody even lies on the floor of the laughter.
"Was my son just scolding me?" Damien asks with wide eyes.
"Well, it's just that you get used to it. They bark at everyone who is not you," I answer smiling and put on my shoes.
"What? Why do they scold you?"
"If I'm with someone other than you, they get angry at me," I giggle and he looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "They're very protective and I don't really know why it's okay if I'm with you. They yell at me if I'm out with Adrien too late, too."
"Well, I still have to say that I feel honored," he says, grinning.
"Don't give them any ideas, Damien, please," I say seriously.
"I know I shouldn't. It just feels warming that they're still living on the hope that we'll get back together," he replies, looking sheepishly.
"They shouldn't live on that hope. We'll both be married in a few months," I say, opening the door. "And not with each other."
***
"Hello, anyone home?" I shout and wait for the kids to come running.
"Hi mommy!" Fiona yells in excitement, she's always the first to greet me.
"Hello, princess. Have you been good to grandpa?"
"Yes, mommy!"
"That's my good girl," I say and kiss her on the head.
I walk towards the living room where the boys are scattered with each game control in their hands. None of them have noticed by me; I wonder how long it will take before I get any reaction. I clear my throat; no response. In the end, I turn off the console and put my arms crossed over my chest.
"Is this how you welcome your mother, huh?" I ask in a strict tone. "It seems that you deserve to be scolded and not me."
"Sorry, mommy," the triplets say in unison and looks ashamed before they hug me close.
"We missed you," Caleb says and kiss my cheek.
"And I missed you."
"Where were you last night?"
"I was with your daddy and uncles."
"Oh," was all he said and looked a little embarrassed. "Did I scold dad earlier?"
"Yeah, you did," I say while chuckling.
He looks a little ashamed but smiles big after a while and starts laughing his melody laugh as only he can. The rest of the day goes by quickly, and while the boys are busting with Fiona, I discuss all the details with my father. He is familiar with the situation and what I intended to do; therefore, we now have a meeting about it.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" dad asks uncertainly.
"Yes, I have to do it. This is no longer about what I want to do, but what I have to do to keep my family safe, including all of you," I say, making a gesture over the overflowing room. "If I allow this to pass with impunity, what signals does it send out about me? It gives others the impression that I am weak and not created to rule; it cannot happen."
"You've never been more like a Novak than you are right now, tigrice," dad says, smiling at me with pride.
I get a little embarrassed and do not know what to answer. Thankfully, I don't have to say anything, as other of our members raise questions and things they want to discuss through. Every single one of them has my back in this and understands that I want to do it, but they don't know about the reason.
"I understand this is important to you, baby. They shot at you in a public place, but that's not the whole reason, is it?" my father asks with a sad look.
"No, it's not," I answer with a sigh and rub my face. "I know they didn't work by themselves, but this is planned by Ravellie's. They raped me a long time ago, and so did those people who shot at me. I never got my revenge after that because I got a nervous breakdown."
"They did what?!" Tony, my dad's right hand exclaims in anger.
"It's not important," I say and wave it away casually. "What's important is that I get to do this my way, I won't be able to move on otherwise. That's why I requested you here today, because I need to know if I have you with me or against me."
"We're all in," dad says without hesitation.
I'm puzzled by their never-ending support, but not surprised. I've proved myself over and over again with success. I'm a Novak, my dad's only heir, and people are frightened of me. But it's still a wonderful thing how much all of them believe in me.
"So, who are we visiting?" Tony asks.
"We are starting with the Ravellie's," I answer with a grin and load my gun.
The Ravellie brothers are working closely to the Winston company, should I text Damien to let him know that he, and the rest should stay inside? I'm hesitating and we're there soon. In the end I send a quick text to him before jumping out of the car. I slam the office door open and look at the Ravellie's surprised looks.
"Knock knock, motherfuckers."
Damien POV
Yesterday was amazing! Even though Wendy broke down, it was worth it in the end to see her smile the way only she can. As you probably understand, it hurt me that I couldn't help her, even though it's the only thing I ever wanted to do; keep her safe.
When she left my apartment, we immediately began to plan how to avenge her and make those responsible suffer. Adrien is part of our crew now and is well versed in our business. However, he is a "silent" member who is not visible to outsiders; it was Jaxon's only requirement for him to be involved.
I agree with my brother about it; Adrien is Wendy's only friend, and additionally, her best friend, she wouldn't survive if he died because we were careless. She is so incredibly strong and has been there all along without expecting anything but survival in return.
We all want to help her, but we don't know-how. Even though I want to tear every bastard to pieces who have ever dared to put a hand on her against her will, I also know that revenge is not ours; it is hers, and she decides how she wants to do it. No one can take that away from her.
What worries me is whether she will ultimately change or not. So far, she has managed to stand by that person she has always been, stuck in a better and stronger version. Wendy's still that girl I met at Geffrey's, deep inside.
Our children, hah, do you know how strange it feels to finally be able to say 'our children'? Anyway, our children are used to having that mother they always had with them who has protected them against evil. How would they react if their mother came home one day as a completely different person than the one they know?
No, she shouldn't have to go through this alone. We have her back no matter what happens; we just need to figure out how to have her back when none of us have any idea what she's planning. Wendy hasn't said anything, but we know her by now, and she's planning something big.
We sit in my office and discuss through our new permissions when my mobile pling. A text message from Wendy flashes over the display, and I immediately open it out of curiosity. I am astounded at the content, and when the others show interest, I give them the phone.
Wendy : 'If you're at work, be sure to stay inside no matter what. It's gonna blow really soon.
Hugs and kisses ;)'
"What the hell is she doing now? I swear on everything I hold dear that she means trouble, " says Brody and laughs.
We all walk up to the big windows and look out over the city to try to find something unusual that might indicate that Wendy is nearby. Suddenly, firearms are heard back and forth from the building opposite. It's hard to see, but I find myself seeing a person in black leather clothes holding an AK-47.
Curiously, we remain watching as if it were an action movie instead of a deadly situation. It was only a matter of time until Wendy would take revenge on the Ravellie brothers, and she does it all with a bang! A tough chick in luxury packaging, absolutely!
"Well, I don't think that Ms. Colton is going to need us anytime soon," Adrien says with wide eyes.
"No, she don't," Brody begins and look at me. "Because she's just as bad as Don Winston."
A/N:
Now the revenge war begins for real. Wendy is sick and tired of being hurt by men she never have met. She's pissed off, frankly.
* Who do you think wins?
* Will Damien figure it out already or will he continue to swim in the unknown?
* Who of the brothers is your favorite?
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