Revenge is such a beautiful emotion.
I always found it more honest than forgiveness.
There's something almost holy about tormenting someone who thought they could get away with hurting you.
I haven't had many chances to take real revenge in my life. I mean, I made sure nobody would be able to hurt me in the first place…
But when I did take revenge, I made sure to make it spectacular.
I still remember my first taste of revenge.
It was a man who beat me half to death, all because I stepped on some painting he had bought at the market.
He didn't care that my eyes were swollen because I had just come from my father's funeral.
I was alone then.
Just another orphaned street rat.
He hit me until I stopped moving.
Nobody helped me.
If it wasn't for Noah… I would have died before my story even began.
I was just a kid but I never forgot that beating.
Years later, when I finally had money, power and a name that meant something, I went looking for him.
