Revenge Looks Good on Me (Amelia and Sebastian) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128 Self–Inflicted Pain

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Alexander was on his way to see Sebastian when he saw the birds take off. His heart sank. “Follow those choppers!” he barked at his driver.

Derek had no idea the cavalry was coming. He marched into the factory, his voice echoing off the rusty girders.

“Amelia! Come out, come out! If I have to find you, I’m gonna make it hurt!”

Anielia was perched on a catwalk, watching the thugs move like ants below. They were doing a room–by- room sweep, and one of them was carrying a high–powered tactical light.

She palmed a small stone and flicked it against a metal railing. The sharp ping echoed through the silence, drawing them like moths to a flame,

“Found ya! She’s up there!”

Derek and his crew started swarming the stairs, closing in on her position.

Amelia gripped the prybar. As the first head popped over the railing, she swung with precision.

Crack! The guy crumpled and tumbled back down the stairs.

Derek roared from below, “Get that b*tch! Now!”

She was cornered on the catwalk. “Guess we’re doing this the hard way.”

I’ve never backed down from a fight yet.

“Think you’re tough? I’m gonna break every bone in your body!”

One thug lunged at her, his hand raised for a slap. Amelia blurred–she vanished from his line of sight and delivered a brutal kick to his spine.

He went over the railing, screaming all the way to the concrete floor.

“You guys wanna go together, or should I just keep embarrassing you one by one?”

She twirled the prybar, her smirk making Derek’s blood boil. “You got moves, I’ll give you that. But în a minute, you’re gonna be begging me for mercy.”

Is this guy delusional? Me, begging him?

Amelia was about to clap back when her head suddenly throbbed. A wave of dizziness hit her, followed by a surge of unnatural heat through her skin.

“You… you drugged me!”

She’d forgotten. A prick like Derek wouldn’t just leave her alone. He’d probably jabbed her while she was

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Derek saw her face flush, her knees buckling as the aphrodisiac took hold. He started walking toward her with a sick, twisted grin.

“I gave you a little cocktail while you were sleeping. Did you really think I wouldn’t touch you? Too naive.”

The drug hit like a freight train. Her vision blurred, and the strength drained out of her arms.

The prybar clattered to the floor. She had to grab the railing just to keep from falling.

“Tie her up. We’re gonna take our time with this one.”

As the thugs moved in with zip–ties, Amelia spotted a shard of porcelain on the floor. She grabbed it and drove it deep into her own thigh.

The blinding white light of the pain snapped her back to reality. She grabbed the prybar, lunged into the group, and took out the closest man with a sickening crack.

“I told you… you’re trash. And trash belongs in the gutter!”

She was covered in blood–some hers, some theirs. She moved like a lightning bolt, a blur of red and steel that they couldn’t catch.

One by one, she was picking them apart.

“Damn! This girl is a psycho!”

Seeing his crew getting decimated by a bleeding girl, Derek pulled a handgun from his waistband and leveled it at her.

“You want to die? Fine by me!”

Dead or alive, as long as I have her, I have leverage.

He pulled the trigger. The bang was deafening in the hollow factory. Amelia dove behind a heavy iron door, but the bullet grazed her arm, leaving a raw, red streak.

“Hell… he’s actually got a piece.”

She clutched her bleeding arm, her teeth gritted as she peeked around the edge. Another shot rang out, sparks flying off the metal door.

“Amelia! You can’t win this! Come out now and maybe I won’t kill you!”

Derek was shouting, but he wasn’t moving. He’d seen what she could do and didn’t want to get within reach of that bar.

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