Page 3 of Wicked Revenge

“Fucking hell,” I mutter, turning around once more. My ass is numb, and my back aches from riding so long. I should have stopped to stretch my legs more on my way here, but I didn't want to waste any time. Now I'm paying for that negligence.

I want nothing more than to find my new home, shower off the sweat and dust, and crawl into bed. I don’t want to do laundry on top of everything else, but at the same time, now I have the freedom to do it if I want.

The power and water have been on for a few days, I’m sure it’ll need some cleaning as well since the realtor said it's been vacant for quite a while, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. Later today? Fuck, I don’t even know anymore. I’m so exhausted. At least it’s furnished, so I have a bed to fall into.

Just as I’m about to give up and find a tree to sleep under tonight, I finally see it. A little trail is hidden behind some thick green brush. There is no mailbox or marker, but this has to be it.

Slowing to a near stop, I navigate my bike through the small opening, carefully trying not to scratch the matte black paint. My headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating a long path. I can’t see the house from here, but hopefully, this is it and not someone’s private property I’m about to pull into.

The trail is smooth enough, though, from the overgrowth of the forest, I can tell it’s actually wider than it appears in its current state. I’ll have to take some time to clean this up.

I think I’ll leave the entrance as it is. I don’t want people noticing a freshly cleared path and coming to investigate.

Up ahead, I can see the trail widens into a yard. My lights briefly reflect off the river running to the left and behind the house before the path curves slightly to the right, revealing a dark cottage.

The porch light is on, at least the realtor was kind enough to turn it on for me. The darkness of the forest prevents me from seeing much detail of the cottage house, but I see enough to know I’ve finally made it.

There is a shed around back that will be perfect for concealing my bike, but I don’t bother with it tonight. I can barely dismount her and walk up the small stoney path to the porch. There is a mailbox on the side of the house next to the door, which is where the realtor said he put the keys. Digging around inside it, I pull them out, quickly unlocking the door and shoving it open.

As soon as I’m inside, I quickly find and claim the first bedroom I see. I don’t bother checking out the rest of the house tonight, I'll have a better look tomorrow. My lead-filled legs barely hold me up as I crawl into the bed that smells clean and looks freshly made.

At this point, I’m so fucking exhausted I wouldn’t even care if it smells like musty ass. Normally I’d freak out and bleach everything first, but I don’t have the mental fortitude to keep my eyes open anymore.

My mind runs with a list of everything I need to do– settling in the house, fixing up the property, and starting phase one of the plan. Honestly, it can all wait until morning.

My body barely has time to get comfortable between the sheets before I’m fast asleep.

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It’s been two weeks since arriving back in Shadow Forest. My cottage, isolated among the dense foliage of the forest, doesn’t feel like home, but I also haven’t spent much time here past the first week.

I miss my friends in White Harbor. This place is lonely and feels foreign to me. I wish I could stay at Gram’s house, but it’s not safe.

Grimm River runs through these woods, and my cottage is tucked in beside it. The entire river travels through several towns, including White Harbor. I can see glimpses of the rushing water through the trees, the large stones making small waterfalls as the river flows through.

It felt like I had a piece of home when I was living with Aspen. This cottage has been abandoned for years, but I’m glad I found one secluded that sits beside this river when I returned back to Shadow Forest.

Ronan helped me buy this place online, transferring the money electronically, using a fake name and account so it wouldn’t be traced back to me.

I might not know everything that goes on in this town now, but I know the Monster would recognize my name if he looked into it. He owns this town and a newcomer who comes in and buys a house in full, he would definitely look into who it was.

All he’ll find now is a shell company that bought a small piece of land in his territory. He won’t come looking if he doesn’t suspect anyone living out here. At least, that is the hope.

The first thing that stood out to me when looking at purchasing a place back here, other than the secluded location, was the intricate designs on the exterior.

It’s charming, almost enchanting, to look at with its matte black paint and intricate beige designs. The steep roof curves high into the trees, with a smaller steeped window on the left side.

The bold, but delicate designs form an arch over the glass front door, even the windows have scrolling patterns decorating them. The craftsmanship and curved woodwork alone must have cost a fortune. I wondered who lived here before and why they abandoned it years ago. When I had Ronan look into the property, it was owned by a company called S. Corp, with no previous owners mentioned.

My body is slightly achy as I roll around and stretch out in this bed. A bit of warmth would be nice right now. It’s still dark out so the smoke should be concealed.

Focusing on relighting the fire in my room, I begin sweeping up the ashes, before dumping them into the bucket sitting beside the fireplace to empty outside later. Laying the new logs in the bottom, I add the kindling on top and swipe the matches from the mantel above.

The warm fire crackles and pops as it flickers to life, creating an orange glow emanating around me, the smokey pinewood scent drifting to me as I enter the shower and adjust the water to scalding hot.

Between the steam from my shower and the fire heating my little room, my body begins to relax. The water runs in tiny rivers down my heavy breasts to my smooth pussy. I allow myself to revel in the kill I made last night. He was the third Kingsmen to die at my blade since I’ve been back.

Just thinking about the red that coated my dagger when I made him smile at me one last time sends a jolt of excitement through me.

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