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Fury
Seven Deadly Sins
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I took a deep breath as my fingers found their purchase and pulled
out my keys. The key I needed somehow hit home and the lid sprang open, the
knives staring at me, daring me. I watched them, waited for them to tell me
what to do, but nothing came. They laid still, gleaming in the moonlight
waiting for me too, it seemed. I sat in the passenger side seat, one boot still
on the gravel, and made the first move. Raising a trembling hand toward the
temptation, my fingers felt the cool length of each blade.
The rage still burned in my veins and I felt myself sobering,
hesitating. No, I kept hearing. Pick them up, a voice
said, so I did. Their weight felt good in my hands, comfortable. I breathed
three breaths before gripping their handles and twirling them quickly in my
palms. Even drunk, I could slaughter anything that moved. I was made to
hunt. And hunt you shall, the voice urged.
I nodded and stood, shutting the passenger side door, tucking the
blades into the back of my jeans, and camouflaging them with my shirt. My boots
echoed with each step back toward the bar, heavy and dark like the night that
surrounded me, like the thoughts in my head.
The adrenaline seared through my body, heightening every nerve,
intensifying every sense. My heart pounded like a bass drum in my chest,
pressing painfully against my ribs. My skin burned with anticipation.
I reached for the door handle.
“Where do you think you’re going?” a voice whispered, startling
me.
I stopped, one hand on the handle. “Finley, go home,” I ordered
her.
She stood from her leaning position against the outside wall of
the bar, out of the shadows, and walked toward me. Her eyes seared through
me. She came to me, stood closely, the heat from her body enveloping me.
“No, I don’t think I will,” she told me, looking up into my eyes.
“At least not alone.”
She stood tenaciously, fearlessly. I noted how much taller she was
than Cricket and it was a little bit intimidating to me, like what she said was
going to happen whether or not I liked it. I respected her and I didn’t know
why. I stared at her hard, but she didn’t budge. No, instead, she
strengthened her own resolve, her jaw tightening with the decision and glared
back even harder. She said and did things with such righteous authority, I felt
powerless to her. I’d never felt that way before about a woman. It wasn’t pushy
or irrational, it was simply as it was going to be.
My eyes and face relaxed the moment I acquiesced. “Fine.”
Her body followed suit and she nodded once, grabbing my arm and
leading me toward my truck. Her hand reached into my jeans pocket, sending an
inexplicable electrical charge through me, which I promptly chose to
ignore, and yanked out my keys.
“Get in,” she ordered and I obeyed.
She threw herself into the driver’s side and slammed the door
shut, sticking the keys in the ignition and turning only once. The engine
started, daring not to further goad her. The stereo kicked on, belting
something indicative of the moment we were leaving behind us, full of bass and
a sharpness so edgy it echoed through my chest and head.
She shoved the truck in reverse, throwing her arm over the back of
the bench, and her stare found mine. It was a solid look, packed full with a
storm of unspoken words. Without breaking her gaze, she shifted into drive. She
held there for a moment, driving her disappointment in me deep down into my
soul before finally looking ahead to the end of the parking lot. I know
I’m toxic, Finley, I thought, but that didn’t stop my mouth from retching
awful thoughts.
“You have no reason to be pissed at me,” I told her, practically
begging her to speak.
She didn’t say a word as she pulled out onto the road with more
punch than the Finley I knew normally would have, turning toward the interstate.
I had no clue where she was taking us, but I wasn’t about to ask.
Just make her turn around, I thought. Tell her you won’t do anything.
I opened my mouth to speak but caught a glimpse of her hair
whipping about her determined face from the open windows and forgot what I was
going to say. I turned my gaze toward the windshield. The light from the
headlights exposing just enough of the road to make me nervous at the speed we
were traveling. One hand found the dash to steady myself.
“What’s wrong, Ethan?” she asked.
“Huh?” I asked, whipping my head her direction.
“Too fast for you?”
“No.”
“Liar,” she said, calling me out.
I wiped my palms down the thighs of my jeans. “Slow down,” I said,
swallowing.
“Oh, now you want to play it safe?” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re so
selfish, you know that?” she asked. I was taken aback. She’d never talked to me
like that.
She leisurely drove across lanes as if traveling more than a
hundred miles per hour was completely normal.
“What?” I demanded, feeling alert. The adrenaline had sobered me
quickly.
“You’re selfish. And stupid. Let’s not forget stupid.”
My blood boiled. “Whatever, Finley.”
“Whatever, Finley,” she mocked. “Don’t you know I’m suffering?
That I’m the only person in the world who suffers? Can’t you see that I’m
determined to be foolish, Finley?”
“What do you know of suffering?” I asked, incensed.
Wide eyes met mine and her jaw clenched as she pulled over,
slamming us to a stop. Her hair flew forward from the force before settling
onto her chest and shoulders.
“I know more about suffering than you could ever possibly imagine.
You don’t know shit! So you got your heart broken. So what! There are worse
things, you know. There are things out there that would curl your toes to know
about, Ethan.”
Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for.
What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge.
I’m Ethan Moonsong...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
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About Fisher Amelie:Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash soul mate. She earned her first ‘mama’ patch in 2009. She also lives with her Weim, Jonah, and her Beta, Whale. All these living creatures keep the belly of her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn’t mind all that much because life isn’t worth living if it isn’t entertaining, right?
Fisher is the author of The Seven Deadly Series, The Sleepless Series, and The Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon’s Breakthrough Novel Award.
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