Revenge

Smiling, I reply, “Nope, prove yourself to me tiger man. That you deserve me or you might end up regretting it.”

Ezra nods then gives me a kiss to the back of my head before the both of us close our eyes to get some much needed sleep. Dreams ravaged my mind as all my memories of my mother’s experiments on me came flooding back. Though they appear convoluted almost as if someone has altered them. The dream was of the nights where she would cut my body open in hope to figure out a way to extract my muscles. While I’m awake, restrained and forced to watch her do it.

And other nights where she would inject me with strange liquids or poisons to see how my body would react to it.

With no regard if it would result in my death.

“Ami sit down on the table and lay back” my mother ordered

“But Mother please I don’t want to be another experiment” my eight year old self begged.

A slap hit the side of my face whip lashing my head to the left. Blood trickled down the corner of my mouth. My head held the side of my face where she hit me.

“Sit Ami, or instead of poisons I will just cut you open and see how long you will last watching me cut your leg muscles.”

She sneers, lifting up a scalpel then stabbing me in my calf. While she cuts down my leg. My screams fill the room.

I awake to Ezra calling out to me as the scream from my memory night resulted in me screaming in my sleep next to Ezra. My breathing was both heavy and erratic. Tears streamed down my face as the phantom pains of her experiments on me ran rampant throughout my body. Ezra’s eyes snapped to me with both concern and confusion. However, there was a knowing expression on his face seeing me in the middle of a panic attack.

As if he knew of my nightmares or has plenty of his own memories that haunt him. I would have to ask him about it sometime. Ezra sits up grabbing my shoulder gently pulling me into a hug. He holds me tightly yet I don’t feel the pressure of his arms. Just a sense of calm washing over me.

Making me cry harder from both embarrassment and the nightmares that still haunt me.

“Slow you breathing Ami everything is ok. Whatever you dreamt can not harm you.”

I close my eyes and lean into his body breathing in his scent of cinnamon apples. Note to self, tell this man to buy a better body spray. My breathing gradually regulates along with my heart. The tears gradually stop and the phantom pain ravaging my body subsides.

“That’s better. Now want to tell me what made you have a panic attack?”

Looking away, “I rather not”

Ezra eyes me, “ How about you explain everything .”

Looking up into his eyes, “ You know it’s just going to make you upset. It’s not something you would want to hear.”

Ezra looks back into my eyes, “Ami baby you’re my mate and you’re going to be my wife. I want to know what hurts so I can help heal you”

I smile softly, “And here I thought you’re a badass Siberian Tiger warrior. I’m not your wife though. You still have much to prove if you want me to agree to be your mate.”

Ezra chuckles, “Well this bad ass warrior wants to know what is wrong with his woman and will find out”

I tilt my head to the side. “ Possessive are we? And how are you going to do that hm?” I ask sarcastically.

“With you telling me of course and I am all ears.”

I roll my eyes, “When I was a child my mother experimented on me as you know. The nightmares were of those memories”

“What memories were they ?”,he asks

“It was her getting angry with me for not wanting to be experimented on.”

“Well who the hell actually wants to be experimented on?!” he says

“Try telling her that. It was mainly her giving me the option between being cut open or being poisoned.”

“What kind of choice is that” he snarls

“No choice at all really. In the end, because of my refusal she stabbed me in my left, cutting down my calf.” I shrug

Tears wanted to start sliding down my face again remembering all the pain. Refusing to allow my body to release those tears. It wasn’t the physical pain that kept haunting me all these years. But rather the emotional pain of having your mother want nothing more than to harm you. I continued to explain all this to him and how the nightmares never seem to go away. No matter how much I wish they would stop haunting me.

“Maybe you need this mission to finally free you from all the trauma your mother put you through” he states lost in his own thoughts

“It could very well be. I’m hoping with this I could at least make her bleed like how she did to me.”

“Then we are just going to have to see your mother bleed. For every cut she did to you our claws will do more to her”

“Ezra….” I say softly

“You’re not alone anymore Ami, I will always be here with you.” I smile, kissing me softly.

Ezra positions me on my side pulling me against him. So my body is pressed against his. My ear was directly over his heart, which was beating rapidly. His heart beating as one who is full of deceit. I could tell his strong feelings to control me.

The beating of his heart made me sleepy and before I knew it my eyes were closed and sleep overtook me once again. Only this time no nightmare plagued my sleep. Nor did I dream it was nothing but darkness. It was like my body was floating soothingly in darkness.

And my body felt nothing but the bliss feeling of rest. That is so desperately needed after everything I have been through. But to me it felt like pure bliss. I slept so well that I slept through Ezra getting up and slipping out the ledge area. I don’t know how much time had gone before he called me down.

Yawning and opening my eyes, I stretch before heading down and towards the kitchen. When I reached the hallway I was hit by a wave of delicious food. I could smell each one and it made my mouth water in anticipation to see what Ezra had made.

“When did you do all this? This must have taken you quite a bit of time. What’s the occasion?” I asked, unsure of his intentions.

The table was filled with sausages, scrambled eggs, and Belgian waffles. He pulled out a chair and a cup of coffee. I added a fair amount of coffee milk, sipping it and letting out a moan.

“Fuck that is some good coffee”,I say with my eyes closed breathing in the smell of coffee.

“We are going to need it. Pack your bags Derek called while you were sleeping. The hit is going to be two days. We are to drive up today and scout the area then set up everything. The day after we will be completing the hit.”

I nodded as I loaded the plate with a mountain of food. I was going to have fun carving a certain someone’s face. Ezra sat down with his own cup of coffee and proceeded to load his plate. While we ate in silence, both of us focused on the job we are about to complete. Once finished with the food, I cleared the table and went to wash the dishes.

While Ezra went to clean the countertops and the rest of the kitchen. When we finished I left to our room, showered, changed, then I went to pack. Going to the closet I pulled out my duffle bag and placed it on the bed. I walked back to my closet pulling specific clothes that I knew I would need. Clothes I would use to blend in with the rest of the city.

Clothes I would use for the night of the hit and the right underwear combinations that would go best with each set of clothes. Hidden in my clothes I put two sets of risque clothes that I knew Ezra would be mad about but it was needed to get close to the target. I sent Derek a text message and found out that our first observation of our target will be his fundraiser for his re-election. Derek informed me that Ezra is aware of this. I couldn’t help but imagine Ezra in a nice tuxedo.

The man has an amazing body in clothes and out of it. I couldn’t wait to see him in a tux. Getting my backpack, I load up all my usual weapons such as kunai knives, throwing knives, shurikens, my sidearm and paralysis needles. Derek told me he would pack my sniper rifle in case I needed it. Ezra came into the room by the time I finished packing.

“Hey, what took you?”

“Derek was on the phone explaining to me that we will be leaving to attend BefWelligton’s event for his fundraiser. To say the least I am not happy with it”, he responded.

Entering the closet he begins to pack his clothes, coming out after grabbing his hat. He sets both his bags next to mine.

“Ready”, he asks.

I nod and we both gather out bags heading out the suite. I locked up our home, and walked with Ezra to the elevator. He is usually quiet which for him was strange around me. Usually he would be peppering me with questions.

“Something wrong”, I ask.

He looks at me, “Would it be possible if we could redecorate our home?”

“Why”, I ask.

“I want a space for both of us to call home, not just a temporary home. I mean eventually after everything is done I would like us to get a home for ourselves.”

“Then how about this? The suite we can redecorate to suit us both. After everything is done, we can buy our own home and decorate it together”. I say.

“That sounds like a plan to me”, he smiles.

I felt my heart beat increase in my chest. What was that? After everything my mother had done to me as a child. I never felt the emotion of love or affection. Only one word came to mind, Oliver. Everyone I had been with or fooled around with was just to pass time.

I could never feel anything. Of course I felt pleasure but never anything more. With Ezra it felt like something inside of me was beginning to wake up and I am not sure how to feel about it. It was like there was a warning going off in my head about what’s to come. Inside the elevator we head down to the garage level. The truck was ready open and Derek was loading up his equipment.