Chapter 70. Revenge — A Dish Best Served Hot

Ash's POV

There was once a man who did his best to shed the ghost of his past and make his way to the top. It was hard for him, I gotta tell you - very hard - but he did it. He got to the top, alright, but he did so slowly, painfully. In all, he had a purpose, a focus, and nothing could shake him...

Until now. 

I've lived that man's dreams, because that man... is me. 

A feeling of total hopelessness assails me as the image of Hazel Eyes becomes smaller, but as I look down and see Maybelline latched onto my hand like a leech, I shake it off because I've got a vendetta to plan and revenge to dish out. 

"Yeah, that bitch totally wasn't worth my time." I say to no one in particular, removing an imaginary speck of dust from the sleeve of my jacket.

From the corner of my eyes, I see Maybelline's eyes almost popping out as her hold on my hand tightens. "Do you mean that?"

I shrug, affecting an air of bored indifferen