HIS SWEET REVENGE

Paxton’s POV

Silence creeps in as the atmosphere in the main house of the Gonzalos changes from happy to tense.

“Do you even know what you are saying, Paxton?” His voice is deadly as he growls again shooting me a harsh look.

I know what I am saying isn’t acceptable but he wouldn’t understand. This is about my feelings. This is about what I feel for Celine and Jason.

I don’t care whether they are involved with Bryan or not. I never knew this is the reason why Caleb has kept me waiting for over a month, without giving me a reasonable response.

He knew all along about the connection between Celine and Jason but he didn’t want to give me a negative response, he kept postponing making me extend my visit. I promised Celine that I would be back in just two weeks and this is the fourth week already.

“Caleb, I know what I am saying…”

“No, you don’t”, he cut me short angrily. “If you know what you are saying, you wouldn’t be standing here talking trash.”

He turns his back to me and strolls to the iron chair. I watch him slump in with red blazing eyes.

I never thought Celine’s bond with Bryan will cause a problem like this. I was hell-bent on helping her gain her freedom out of that prison of a house. She needs to be free.

She can’t be free as far as Bryan is still alive. She can’t be free as far as I am not doing a thing to bring her son out of there. She is just there because of her son. I know Celine doesn’t want to be there, as much as I don’t want her to be there.

“Caleb, I want you to remember we already took our revenge on him by killing his bride-to-be and his child….” I remind him.

“He killed my father”, Caleb interrupts me again. “He killed our father”, he stand up again and point his finger at me before dragging it back to his chest. “I can kill the whole lineage of Bryan just to get my revenge on him for killing our father. Don’t you dare say any more words about him again?”

“I know”, I emphasize, walking closer to him and hoping he will reason with me.

“Celine and her son have nothing to do with this. They are innocent. Bryan is the one we want, isn’t he?”

“Celine or whatever her name is has a child for him and that makes her our enemy too. She is going down with him”, he say firmly and turn back again.

Anger fills me up. What the hell is wrong with Caleb? I left Boston because of him, I couldn’t be the group leader because of my disguise. Now that he is leading everyone, he wants to make me feel like a subordinate.

“What nonsense are you spurting?” I ask him and his eyes widen in surprise. “Celine is innocent, she is not an enemy. She isn’t involved in this.”

“Really?” His eyes hold twinkles and a hint of amusement.

“Really. They are also one of his victims. They are stuck in there like prisoners and you are saying they are enemies? These people need our help. They don’t even know you, they don’t know about Bryan’s past.” I blow a sigh.

He chuckles lightly. “Get off it, Paxton. It is obvious you are in love with her, that’s why you are doing this. Just get out of here already.”

“Caleb…”

“Don’t call my name”, he growls, wagging his fingers at me. “Don’t you dare call my name, you imbecile?”

Anger courses through me and I rush at him. Before I can hit him with my tightened fist, he punches me in the stomach. I groan and fall to my knees.

Silence creeps in until I begin to wince and groan in pain. After a while, I brace myself to look at him. He is watching me with folded arms and a daring look.

“Are you in love with her?” He asks me. I drag myself up from the floor and face him squarely.

He shakes his head in disappointment. “Remember what she did to us the other day?”

I bow down in shame. Caleb wants to use this against me like I know he will. Celine’s behavior the other day is uncalled for. She rejected our offer of help and now that she desperately needs it, it is not forthcoming since Caleb now knows the person we are fighting is our number one enemy. I didn’t tell him at first when I found out and I have no idea how he got to know.

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“Yes, I love her. She isn’t who you think she is”, I defend.

“Why then was she defending him that night?”

“She wasn’t defending him, she was scared for you, for us”, I explain but he is not ready to listen to whatever I want to say.

He is considering everything I am saying as excuses for Celine, simply because I love her. This is beyond my emotions, this is beyond what I feel for Celine.

“Paxton, I am disappointed…”

“You don’t need to be, Caleb. I am doing the right thing”, I say to him.

“Are you crazy?” His eyes turn stormy.

“You are doing the right thing?”

“Don’t you get it?” I explode. “She is involved with him because of a contract.

She doesn’t know who he really is. She ventured into the fake marriage with him because she needed the money for her grandmother’s surgery”, he smirks as I explain. I know he is not understanding.

“Paxton”, he calls softly. “Get out.”

“What!” I exclaim.

“I said get out!” He yells, pointing to the door. “Get out of here and don’t come here again until you get back your senses and stop this rubbish!”

“Caleb, I am your brother…”

“I don’t care. Just get out.” He orders and I nod, twirling back to go out as he has instructed. I am disheartened by his behavior.

I can’t believe I am suffering this because of Celine but it’s worth it.

I stroll out, feeling the gush of the night air and fishing out my car keys from the pockets to open my car parked in the garage when my phone byzzes in my pockets. I don’t feel like picking up the call or talking to anyone. I can still feel the pain of Caleb’s punch in my stomach.

I slump into the car seat and finally bring the phone out after heaving a deep sigh. A strange number appears on my phone and I furrow my brows, debating on whether to pick up the strange call or not.

I eventually pick and I hear a female’s voice.

“Emily?”

“Paxton?” She says with a small voice.

“When are you coming back to New York?”

“What is the matter?” I arch my brow at the tone of urgency.

“There is something I want to talk to you about, I need your help”, I can sense the sadness in her voice.

“I am coming back home first thing tomorrow morning”, I announce and hear her heave a sigh of relief.

“Please, come see me!” She utters softly before disconnecting the call abruptly.