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us, Arrow,” Bullet said softly.
Arrow drew in a deep breath, the action pushing her pert breasts against the black cotton of her T-shirt. It made Adam uncomfortable that he noticed.
“They need us, Bullet? Please,” she scoffed. “We will be tools with them much as we were with Joseph. I will not be used again. My motivations differ from Trident’s.”
Bullet shook her head and stubbornness gave her chin a mulish cast. “They are the same. Eliminate The Collective. That is what they want, what we want.”
Arrow slammed her hands on the table and stood to her feet, leaning over the table as her fingers attempted to dig into the hard wood. “I am sick of hearing that! I want chi , Bullet. I want Joseph Bombardier’s blood running in rivulets down my throat, over my body. I want to bathe in it as I watch the life drain from his eyes. They want him dead, rotting in hell. I want to carry his soul there and deposit it for the Oni to feast on forever.” She rose up to her full height, her golden gaze touching on each person at the table to finally rest on Bullet. “So no, sister, Trident does not want what I want. Ultimately, they do not want what you, me, Blade, and Bone want. They want him dead. We want him to suffer .”
She turned then and walked to the doorway, back straight, body wound tight. Her words sank into his brain, grabbed hold, and shredded a part of his heart. How she suffered under Bombardier. How they all suffered and continued to do so. Killers but still women vulnerable to the fears of simple survival, the fears that brought them all together.
“Saya,” Adam called, unsure what his next words would mean to her.
She stopped and he was surprised for a moment.
“You are more than revenge.”
If possible, she stiffened even more and shook her head.
“You are wrong again, Mr. Collins. Revenge is what I live for. I think you seek to see something that is not there. I am like a braided rope—good and bad intertwined. But where you would picture the good as something pure and altruistic, I picture it in shades of red and black, the colors of vengeance. I can hear your mind even now questioning—if the settling of scores is good, what is bad?” She paused and fear settled in Adam’s gut. “Bad would be failure to achieve revenge on my enemies. Like the rope, I have been woven with purpose—avenge the ones I failed. And like braided rope I am strong.”
She looked over her shoulder at him then and his breath froze in his chest.
“I am stronger than your hope that I might be a good person, Mr. Collins, stronger than your preconceived ideas of right and wrong. There is no good in me anymore. There never was. If I ever prayed at all, I would pray you remember this. It may kill you should you forget.”
She walked out of the room and Adam stood.
“Leave her for now, Adam,” Bullet said softly. “She believes what she says. You will not change her mind.”
“What will, Bullet? Who will?” he asked, wincing at the guttural nature of his voice.
“It’s the truth I don’t know. She has always been lost. Never broken, but lost. I would warn you, Adam, should you think to draw her to you, change her mind, she will hurt you. Though she never means to, it is who she is, truly what she feels she was born to do. Were we not sisters, my betrayal would have brought her arrow to my throat. But the bond we forged long ago prevents her from harming me. Beware, Adam, that you don’t feel the prick of her arrow’s head.”
Adam shook his head. Bullet’s words combined with Arrow’s warning had fury pumping through his blood. It was a taste in his mouth, a craving in his gut.
He would fight her. Knew it would happen again and again. His hands tightened into fists, and he ruefully acknowledged they’d been doing that a lot over the past few weeks. Yes, he would fight her, as many times as it took.
And by God, he would fucking win.
Chapter Six
Arrow concentrated on the Wing Chun dummy and
Arrow drew in a deep breath, the action pushing her pert breasts against the black cotton of her T-shirt. It made Adam uncomfortable that he noticed.
“They need us, Bullet? Please,” she scoffed. “We will be tools with them much as we were with Joseph. I will not be used again. My motivations differ from Trident’s.”
Bullet shook her head and stubbornness gave her chin a mulish cast. “They are the same. Eliminate The Collective. That is what they want, what we want.”
Arrow slammed her hands on the table and stood to her feet, leaning over the table as her fingers attempted to dig into the hard wood. “I am sick of hearing that! I want chi , Bullet. I want Joseph Bombardier’s blood running in rivulets down my throat, over my body. I want to bathe in it as I watch the life drain from his eyes. They want him dead, rotting in hell. I want to carry his soul there and deposit it for the Oni to feast on forever.” She rose up to her full height, her golden gaze touching on each person at the table to finally rest on Bullet. “So no, sister, Trident does not want what I want. Ultimately, they do not want what you, me, Blade, and Bone want. They want him dead. We want him to suffer .”
She turned then and walked to the doorway, back straight, body wound tight. Her words sank into his brain, grabbed hold, and shredded a part of his heart. How she suffered under Bombardier. How they all suffered and continued to do so. Killers but still women vulnerable to the fears of simple survival, the fears that brought them all together.
“Saya,” Adam called, unsure what his next words would mean to her.
She stopped and he was surprised for a moment.
“You are more than revenge.”
If possible, she stiffened even more and shook her head.
“You are wrong again, Mr. Collins. Revenge is what I live for. I think you seek to see something that is not there. I am like a braided rope—good and bad intertwined. But where you would picture the good as something pure and altruistic, I picture it in shades of red and black, the colors of vengeance. I can hear your mind even now questioning—if the settling of scores is good, what is bad?” She paused and fear settled in Adam’s gut. “Bad would be failure to achieve revenge on my enemies. Like the rope, I have been woven with purpose—avenge the ones I failed. And like braided rope I am strong.”
She looked over her shoulder at him then and his breath froze in his chest.
“I am stronger than your hope that I might be a good person, Mr. Collins, stronger than your preconceived ideas of right and wrong. There is no good in me anymore. There never was. If I ever prayed at all, I would pray you remember this. It may kill you should you forget.”
She walked out of the room and Adam stood.
“Leave her for now, Adam,” Bullet said softly. “She believes what she says. You will not change her mind.”
“What will, Bullet? Who will?” he asked, wincing at the guttural nature of his voice.
“It’s the truth I don’t know. She has always been lost. Never broken, but lost. I would warn you, Adam, should you think to draw her to you, change her mind, she will hurt you. Though she never means to, it is who she is, truly what she feels she was born to do. Were we not sisters, my betrayal would have brought her arrow to my throat. But the bond we forged long ago prevents her from harming me. Beware, Adam, that you don’t feel the prick of her arrow’s head.”
Adam shook his head. Bullet’s words combined with Arrow’s warning had fury pumping through his blood. It was a taste in his mouth, a craving in his gut.
He would fight her. Knew it would happen again and again. His hands tightened into fists, and he ruefully acknowledged they’d been doing that a lot over the past few weeks. Yes, he would fight her, as many times as it took.
And by God, he would fucking win.
Chapter Six
Arrow concentrated on the Wing Chun dummy and
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