Revenge After Death

"I didn't feel it earlier. The pain just kicked in." Michael leaned against the wall.

Her eyes reddened, and Yasmin said angrily, "Liar... You only got hit by a stray bullet because you were trying to protect her!"

She then shot me a nasty glare, as if telling me that I was nothing but trouble.

I looked at Michael as he lifted his head to return my gaze. His eyes were bloodshot. He leaned on the wall and repeatedly drew deep breaths because of the pain.

"Apply pressure to stop the blood. Then, let's just get out of here as soon as possible." I wanted to go check on his wound, but Steven was holding onto the corner of my shirt.

He looked at me with a pouty expression. He didn't want me to care for Michael.

To my surprise, I actually... didn't feel like doing so anymore.

"Ouch..." Yasmin wanted to touch Michael's wound, and he cried out in pain.

"Without Rachel here, no one else has any medical knowledge. You'll have to endure the pain." Eason patted him on the arm.

"Stephie, you minored in medicine. Help me stop the blood." He insisted that I tended to him.

I walked over and took a closer look at his wound.

"I thought you were going to die. Turns out you've just been scraped by a stray bullet." Steven rolled his eyes.

He was still holding onto my shirt, and I practically had to drag him over.

Michael was trying to suppress his anger. I felt like the pair would end up in a fight sooner or later.

"The wound is on your arm, and it's not that deep. You'll live." I walked over to tear off a piece of Yasmin's shirt to bandage his arm.

"What are you doing?" She stared at me in shock.

"Don't you love him? You should feel overjoyed that I'm using your clothes to dress his wound," I said blankly, tying the fabric around Michael's arm with more force than necessary. Michael almost toppled over from the pain. His eyes reddened, and he looked a bit hurt.

Furious, Yasmin turned and walked off on her own.

Zion and Eason followed after her out of concern for her safety.

Quinn took a quick look around before going after them.

"Stephie... I'm only keeping her around because I want to know the truth..." Michael pulled on my hand and tried to explain. "Can you forgive me this once..."

"No, she can't!" Steven swatted his hand away. "You're so shameless."

I had a feeling that if the marriage papers were in Steven's hands right now, he'd slap them on Michael's face.

"Steven Lincoln! Don't push it." Michael wanted to get physical with Steven.

I promptly put my arms around Steven. "Get out of here. Does this look like a place for brawling?"

"You're biased, Stephie. You're stopping me." His acting was top-notch. Even his eyes welled up with tears.

"I'm stopping you out of fear that you'll beat him to death..." I sighed and tried to pull him away from the scene.

I didn't know what was wrong with Michael either. He remained glued to the floor.

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"Are you coming or not?" I turned around and asked.

"Stephie... you still love me, right?" Michael asked softly.

"No," I replied bluntly.

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That method worked wonders. Michael then swiftly caught up with us.

Steven looked at him tauntingly, as if mocking him for not knowing his place.

"Do you love him then, Stephie?" Michael asked on purpose.

I paused.

How... did love feel like again?

At the moment, I only knew of pain and despair.

The concept of love was very foreign.

I only knew that I wanted to protect Steven. I knew that... I had started to rely on him.

I gravitated toward him unconsciously and didn't want to let him out of my sight.

"She loves me!" Steven answered for me.

Michael scoffed. He raised an Confidently. "We're b fighting on equal grounds.

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"Are you high? We're legally married." Steven looked at Michael like he was an idiot. Michael drew a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Divorce is always an option."

"We're not getting a divorce!"

The pair started arguing.

They were both frankly quite immature.

I retracted my wrist from Steven's hand and swiftly marched toward Zion and the rest.

Michael and Steven were still arguing at the back.

Some bickering was kind of nice as well... The atmosphere didn't seem as tense anymore.

"Is this the 13th floor?"

Zion looked at the solid wall in front of us and patted it.

"They're not going to let us in?"