I felt like something hit me.

But that was overtided with all the fury waving over me like a storm.

Anger. Red.

His eyes were red and my fury matched his own.

He seem pretty engaged in a conversation with her as she twirled her own hair.

Ii may have just been angry but I had to act rationally and with my brain and not let my emotion interfere with my actions.

One thing that pa taught me.

I left.

I didn't care about him.

Not now. Not then. Not ever.

But there was a gut feeling down there.

Something telling me he was more than just a man I knew but something else.

Ignored.

I have to look out for myself.

That's how it has always been.

Myself before others. I learnt that the hard way.

I went to go outside.

He wants a reaction he isn't getting one.

Not from me anyway.

He claimed me and then left to get a lap dance from another women.

I had a cigarette in my hand puffing it aggressively while I was trying to find my car.

It wasn't there. Not where I parked it but what I did see was another car seemingly had his number placate on it.

I double checked by doing some hacking and it was.

I keyed his car.

Slashed three tyres not four. (For my non-toxic gals, I slashed three so he will have to pay but four meant that the insurance could pay. HEHEHEHEHEHEHHE).

Evil am I right?

I took the motor out and smashed nearly all of the windows in the car.

I know he has more; I ain't that stupid.

So, I drove to his house.

I knocked out the men at the very front and headed in.

To be very specific his garage and when I tell you how many cars I a not exaggerating. My jaw genuinely dropped.

I started keyed and slashing with my knife until I heard footsteps.

Oh shit.

I am not getting caught in my façade.

I ran as fast as I could got my car and sped out.

I went to bed super duper happy like happier than my birthday happy.

Yes I may be tired from all my hard work but at least I am so grateful for my psychoness giving me enjoyment in my revenge.

Cue the evil laugh.

I took a shower and changed into a black tank top and joggers.

Now, time to call my baby, who was captivated by my brother Reese and her mother Ophelia.

I called her ipad.

'HAZELLLLL BABYYYY HOW ARE YOU?'

'I'm sad.' she said making a very pouty face.

'What whyyy?' I asked a tad bit concerned.

'Mommy said no more chocolate for me since I ate all of daddy's m&ms.'

'Oh my God darling, pass me the phone to your mummy. I want a word with her right now.' I replied.

'Ophelia hunny why are you shouting at my poor baby. She was crying. My lovely little baby.'

'Maybe because she ate all of the aero that was mine and was there for me for my pregnancy cravings.'

'And I oop. Give the ipad to Medusa.'

'Reese Romano talking.' he said casually as if I was one of his friends.

'Fuck off chocolate, no one wants to talk to you.'

He made a shocked face acting offended.

'Is that Reina?' pa gruffed while sitting next to

'You haven't been answering my calls?'

'You haven't been much alive lately have you grandad.'

I laughed and cut the phone before he screamed again.

I heard the penthouse phone ring when I was in my bed.

Ugh.

I had to get out of bed to go and pick up the call.

'Ms, Romano , there is a man out here who wants to see you.' I hear Mrs. Larson say.

'What's his name?'

'Jax Martinez.'