Keep me.

Kiss me.

As deep-seated trust issues paralyzed his mind, King made the only promise he knew for sure he could keep. Pulling Fancy close, he gave her what she wanted and what he needed. “I’ll keep you satisfied, that’s what I’ll do.” Taking her into his arms, his mouth took possession of hers with a slow, deep thrust of his tongue.

As they kissed, Fancy almost swooned with happiness. She relished the way his body felt against hers – warm, powerful, hard muscles. She couldn’t wait for night to come so she could sleep in his arms again. Clinging to King, she melted from the inside out as he ate at her mouth – nibbling, sucking and nipping enough to sting a little. Loving his playfulness, she would gasp, and he would soothe it better with his tongue. Moment by moment, the kisses grew more passionate, hotter. His fingers skimmed her cheek, and the length of her neck, his touch was so tender that Fancy ached. Finally, when he pulled back, she sighed with contentment and rested her head on his shoulder. “Thank you, I can breathe now. I missed you so much.”

King swallowed his emotion, clearing his throat. “Why don’t you open that gift now, before we have company to disturb us.”

“Okay, I will.” She moved to the table and sat in one of the wooden ladderback chairs, placing the soft package on the table to untie the string holding it together. “I can’t believe you brought me something, you know it wasn’t necessary.”

“I wanted to do this. In fact, I saw it, and I knew it was meant to be yours.”

When Fancy pulled apart the brown paper wrapping, she found a dress, a pink dress. “King…” She wanted to be thrilled, but she knew that he knew how unsuitable this color would be for her. “The dress is beautiful, but it won’t be on me.”

“I beg to disagree.” He came forward and raised the dress near to her face. “Once supper is over, I want you to model it for me and…” He bent to steal a kiss. “then, I’ll take the dress off you and show you exactly how beautiful I think you are.”      

His words made Fancy tremble. “You take my breath away, King.” As she ran her fingers over the smooth garment, she noticed something else. “A handkerchief?” The delicate lace was exquisite. “I’ve never possessed anything so fine.”

King was proud. “Good. I wanted you to have it.” He wasn’t sure what ladies did with them, but he remembered Caroline always kept one at the ready.

Their privacy didn’t last much longer as the men began to arrive for their evening meal. Fancy was able to function, but each time she glanced at King, he was watching her with hungry eyes. Only the steady conversation between the men kept their situation from being obvious.

“King, I have some disturbing news,” Boone began.

King groaned, steeling himself. “What now?” He didn’t need any more bad news.

“We found another cow with her throat cut.”

“Who’s doing these mutilations, and why?” King asked, clearly disturbed. “I hate to ask you to do this, but we’re going to have to set up some night watches.”

“I’ll go first,” Jericho offered.

“Let’s do it in teams of two, I don’t want anyone taking any unnecessary chances.” He motioned to Domino. “You take first watch with Jericho. Boone and Reno can relieve you at two, that way no one misses a full night’s sleep. We’ll adjust our daytime activities accordingly. Tomorrow night, I’ll take a turn, we’ll switch out, so it won’t overburden anyone.”

Reno shook his head. “Ace can bunk with whoever’s not on watch, but I don’t think you need to leave Miss Fancy alone. Whoever’s doing this savage act only has killing on their mind and they clearly hold a big grudge against one of us. I think you should stay close to her and let us handle this.”

King nodded. “Not trying to get out of work, but I agree.” He covered Fancy’s hand, right there in front of everyone. “Keeping her safe is my priority.”

Fancy felt her body flush with emotion. King was openly admitting his attachment, openly recognizing them as a couple. She could feel all eyes on her, and when she glanced up, she expected to see derision and disbelief on their faces. To her surprise, she saw only concern and agreement.

As soon as everyone was finished, King walked out with them to make final plans for the night and for the next work day. She cleaned the dishes and began preparations for upcoming meals. Fancy found the work settled her nerves, she was still somewhat shaken by the trouble they were having with the cattle, as well as the issue the men had made about her safety. After hearing King voice his feelings, she realized that she needed to tell him about the visit from his neighbors and how she’d acted.

When he returned, she was finishing up. As he stood in the door, she marveled that this man could conceivably belong to her. His shirt fit his chest so well, she could see the muscles of his shoulders and chest ripple when he walked. The heated look in his eye told her exactly what he had in mind and she felt herself responding – her nipples stiffening, and a tingle beginning between her legs. Any thoughts of confessing her sins left her mind completely.

 “Now, for what I’ve been waiting for from the moment I saw this dress in the mercantile.” King came forward and picked her up, grabbing the package containing his purchase as he passed a nearby chair.

Fancy couldn’t help but giggle. “Just don’t expect much, I anticipate you’ll have to squint your eyes at the sight.”

“You’re entirely too hard on yourself. Redheads happen to be my favorite people,” he said, remembering his childhood friend, Maid Marion.

“Really?” She didn’t know how this could possibly be true. “I much prefer men with sun-kissed hair.”

King felt his heart squeeze in his chest. He carried her to her room and gently set her on the floor. “Try on the dress and let’s see how it looks.” Seeing the look of trepidation in her eyes, he added, “I’ll give you some privacy, I want to light a fire in my bedroom to keep us warm and there’s also something I need to get out of the kitchen.”

“Okay…” she said slowly, having no idea what he was talking about. She did appreciate the privacy, however. Once he was gone, she removed all her clothing and pulled on the pink dress. Knowing what he planned to happen next, she didn’t bother with undergarments. Fancy just hoped she looked half as well as King thought she would.

After starting a fire to warm the room, he went to the kitchen to find some apple cider vinegar. He smelled of it and found it to be a bit pungent, but if it would protect Fancy from getting pregnant, he didn’t mind. A smile came to his face. They would just have to be creative about when she inserted the sponge, because he certainly planned on tasting the sweetness between her thighs as often as he could.

“I’m ready.”

King felt his cock pulse to life when her voice met his ears. “So am I, baby, so am I.” Bringing the small bottle of vinegar with him, he hurried back to find her waiting for him in his bedroom. When he walked through the door, he almost dropped the small glass container. “Oh, Fancy…”

His voice froze Fancy and she stood stock still, her hands clenched in fists at her sides. She hadn’t possessed the courage to look in King’s mirror. In fact, she’d avoided mirrors all her life. All she could see when she put on the dress was the contrast of the material against her skin. With short sleeves, her freckled arms were so obvious. In her estimation, so ugly. She’d been made fun of her entire life for her coloring, and now it was on display for the one man she wanted to impress most in this world.

“Oh, Fancy…” he repeated coming within a few inches of her. “You’re so lovely, you take my breath away.”

Fancy jerked her head up to look in his eyes. There was no disapproval, no repulsion, all she could see was admiration. Adoration. “I can’t imagine.”

“I don’t have to imagine, I can see.” He took her hand and held it above her head, so he could turn her around. “Just let me look at you.”

“I couldn’t fasten the back, it cinches up.”

“I know, I picked it out, remember?” he whispered. “The dress is coming right off, so there’s no need for it to be fastened.”

To Fancy’s dismay, she knew she was blushing, which would turn her skin a brighter red. “I wish I was a brunette.”

“I don’t.” He brought her to him, her back to his front and he began to kiss the exposed flesh of her neck. “I told you I love these freckles, they’re like gold dust, or sprinkles of cinnamon.”

Fancy felt frissons dance along her skin everywhere his lips touched. When she felt his fingers pushing the dress from her shoulders, she tried to hold it up in front. “I don’t have on anything under the dress.”

With a moan, King tugged the material from her grasp. “Even better.” In the glow of the firelight her skin shone like the sweetest cream. The freckles didn’t deter his kisses. In fact, they gave him a most intriguing path for his lips to follow. Bending to the task, King determined to feather kisses along every inch of her body.

Standing still while a handsome man adored your body was a momentous task. She trembled beneath his touch, she couldn’t help but watch as he ran his lips down her arms, across her chest, stopping to suckle the hard, aching nipples.

“King, I can’t stand up…”

He swept her up in his arms and placed her on the bed face down, continuing the kisses. Across her back, down over her buttocks. Down one leg, up the other. When he turned her over, she was quaking with desire.

“There’s one place, I don’t think you have any freckles, but I need to check to be sure.” He spread her legs and settled between her thighs, giving her feminine treasure a close inspection. “Ah, I do see one.” He bent to kiss. “Here.” Another kiss. “And here.”

“King…” She pleaded with him. “Please…”

“Oh, is this a freckle? Let me see.” A kiss to her swollen button almost made her levitate from the bed. “No, that’s not a freckle, but I need to taste it again, it tastes especially sweet.”

As he drew her clitoris into his mouth, Fancy screamed. “King!” She brought her hands to his head and held him in place, the sensations so intense she almost fainted.

King could tell she was in the throes of a climax and he pushed her to accept as much pleasure as he could give. No woman had ever reacted for him this way, as if he was the source of everything she’d ever desired.

As she calmed, he kept planting kisses between her legs, his hands coming up to cup her breasts. “You are a constant source of delight to me,” he whispered.

“Come inside me, King.” She held out her hand.

King was tempted, but there was something he needed to do first. “We need to protect you, Fancy.” He stood to his feet and held out his hand to help her up.

Thinking he was still speaking about the problem with the cattle, she nodded. “I know you think so, but I wish you would go out with the men, I’m fine being left behind. I can fire a gun if you’d leave one loaded and ready.”

“No, that’s not what I’m talking about.” He pulled the small box from his pocket, then went to the dresser where he’d placed the vinegar. “I don’t want to get you…with child. This will protect you. I think you dip the sponge in the vinegar and then…insert…”

Fancy took the box and the bottle. “Yes, I know.” The women at the saloon, the ones who worked in the brothel used this method. She’d never considered that nice women used them, not wives, not couples who would welcome a child.

“Do you know how? Do you want me to help?”

As he came closer, she could see the huge bulge in his pants. He wanted her. Now.

Fancy felt torn. She wanted him, there was no denying that fact. And he wanted her – but for how long? Was she fooling herself? Did King intend to marry her or was she just convenient? A sinking feeling hit Fancy in the pit of her stomach. In all her days of servitude, where she’d been treated with utter disdain, she’d never felt cheapened. Until now.

“I can do it.”

Darting in the other room, where King couldn’t see her cry, she anointed the sponge with vinegar, then slipped it up inside of herself, using her finger to push it as high and tight as possible. The tiny string hung down where she could retrieve it when the time came to remove it. She didn’t immediately return to him, she sat on the edge of the bed to think. She had a choice, she always had a choice. King would never force her. Was he protecting her from pregnancy or was he protecting himself from commitment?

“Oh, King, what do I do?”

She only had a few moments, she knew he’d come looking for her. Did she stop this now? Or did she make one last ditch effort to make him love her?

“Well, no one ever said that I was a coward.”

Rising to her feet, she crossed her arms over her naked breasts and returned to the arms of her lover.

King was waiting. He was ready. Past ready. What was keeping her? God, the sight of her in that pink dress had turned him on. Knowing he’d picked it out, bought it, knowing he’d shown her how beautiful she was in it – all of that had him so randy he couldn’t think straight. And kissing those tiny freckles, he grunted at the thought, rubbing his cock from root to tip. He loved her skin, he loved her red-gold hair, especially the silky patch between her legs. As far as King was concerned, she was like a gaily wrapped Christmas gift.

“King?”

He turned to find her standing in the moonglow, her skin creamy like a pearl. When he saw she was hiding herself, he shook his head. “Don’t cover yourself, not in front of me. You’re mine, don’t you know that?”

Fancy almost went to her knees with relief. There was nothing more perfect that King could’ve said. Tears formed in her eyes and she dropped her hands to stand before him unashamed. “Yes, I’m yours.” And in that moment – she was – completely. “I want you so much.”

For one long moment, he faced her from across the room. All wide shoulders, tight muscles, and golden skin. There was no part of him that wasn’t beautiful – even there. His maleness stood out from his body, fierce and hungry. She felt no embarrassment, only eagerness.

King didn’t wait for her to come to him, he met her halfway, picking her up and pressing her against the wall. There was simply no time to make it to the bed, he had to have her now. In desperate need, he whispered against her lips. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” When she was in place, she arched her back and sighed as his mouth found her breast. She cradled his head as he suckled, taking what he needed.

“I love this. I love you,” she whispered.

His only response was humming agreement as he lifted her, guiding her down to settle his throbbing erection into the well of her tender opening.

“Oh, King.” She panted as the wide girth of his erection stretched her, the burn exquisite as her body worked to accommodate his size. When he began to move, the fire began to build. Fancy nipped at his muscular shoulder as prickles of awareness danced over her skin. As he moved her up and down, her nipples grazed his chest. She closed her eyes and relished the incredible sensation.

“God, this is what I needed,” he muttered, as his hips flexed, and he pounded into her again and again. King seemed desperate as he lifted and dropped her fast and furiously, his face buried in the softness of her neck.

Like a firestorm whipped by the winds of want, passion reigned supreme, burning through every misgiving – every doubt. She loved this man and he loved her, he had to. There was no other explanation for how he made her feel. Fancy locked her arms in place around his shoulders. She’d never get enough of him – never. She craved his taste. His touch. His love. “Hold me, King, never let me go.”

Her moans of pleasure had King spiraling out of control. She was taking him, all of him. His lust. His passion. If he didn’t slow down, this would be over far too soon.

Uncertainty gripped Fancy’s heart when she felt his pace slow down. Had she done something wrong? “Why are we stopping?”

They were both slick with perspiration and King licked a salty line across the top of her breast, flicking her nipple with his tongue. “No one’s stopping, I’m just trying to make it last.” To prove his point, he lifted Fancy high and dropped her down on top of his swollen cock again, forging deep.

Fancy gasped as the shock and pleasure went through her. King hammered deep inside of her, whispering in her ear. “You want more of that?”

Fancy was unable to answer audibly. Her breath had been stolen. Instead, she bit his lip, yanked on his hair, and tightened her grip around his neck, telling King all he needed to know. He lifted her again and brought her down hard on his cock – over and over until Fancy was writhing in a cloud of pure bliss. She was close, so close.

Sliding his hand between them, he found her hot button, and proceeded to rub it relentlessly – tweaking, tugging, pinching – until he could feel her inner walls begin to squeeze him, rippling, massaging and milking every inch of his cock.

“Oh, God, King, this is so good!”

Pride washed over him. This was his woman and he was pleasing her. Him. “Now, Fancy. Let go for me. Now!”

She heard him, and she obeyed. Raking her nails down his arms, she rode a tidal wave that was mounting higher and higher. She could’ve stopped a steam engine easier than she could have staved off the bliss building in her core. “King!” Fancy cried. “I love you, King!”

He was so far gone, he heard the rapture in Fancy’s voice without comprehending her words. Holding her tight, King took her with all the intensity, with all the passion in his heart and soul. Slamming deep, he ground against her, and when his own white-hot explosion came, he buried his face in her neck and chanted her name like a prayer. “Fancy, my Fancy.”

The feel of King erupting inside of her made Fancy feel complete and she held him as he held her and together they touched the sky.

Long moments later, Fancy recalled how she’d spoken words of love, words that had not been reciprocated – exactly. She remembered he’d called her his own, mine he’d said. As she nestled against him, while he stroked her hair, she had to wonder – was being King’s Fancy enough?

* * *

 

In contrast to the first night she’d spent in King’s arms, this night was one of turmoil. She couldn’t sleep, she couldn’t rest. Fancy questioned everything, especially the wisdom of her decision. She’d given her heart to a man who might not want it.

This morning, when King awoke, he found her dressed and sitting by the window. She wasn’t taking any drastic steps, not yet. After much thought, she’d decided to go along with her previous decision and bide her time. If there was any possibility he could love her, she had to take the chance. What she needed to do now, was confess her dealings with the neighbor ladies before word reached him some other way.

“What are you doing up so early? And dressed?” He’d given her a mischievous grin and held out his hand. “You know how I like to begin my mornings…with breakfast in bed.”

As tempting as he might be, she had other things on her mind.

“King, I need to tell you something.”

He wasn’t in the mood to talk. His cock was hard and aching, but he couldn’t ignore the odd tone in her voice. “All right, I’m listening.”

She rose from her place and stepped away, putting extra distance between them. “You had visitors yesterday and I think I acted less than hospitable.”

“Visitors? Who?” He couldn’t imagine Fancy being anything but cordial to anyone.

“Gladys Hewitt and her very beautiful sister. They came to see you and I gave them tea.”

“Okay, why were they here?” As if he didn’t know.

“I’m not sure, other than they wanted to tell you that a man came by their farm asking for you and that Gladys wanted you to meet Mavis.”

He ignored the part about Mavis. “What man was asking about me?” He immediately thought of Jubal Pierce.

“They didn’t say, he might not have told them, or perhaps he just told Mr. Hewitt.”

King rose from the bed and began to dress. “Anything else?”

Fancy bristled. “When I was out of the room, they inspected everything. I could see them from where I stood in the kitchen.”

King chuckled at the thought. “Foolish biddies. Good thing I don’t have anything to hide. What else?”

Fancy hung her head, letting her hair partially cover her face. “They made it clear that they hoped you would court Mavis and when you did, I wouldn’t be allowed to stay.”

“I have no plans to court Mavis.”

Fancy felt a burden lift, yet there was still more to tell. She shifted uneasily on her feet. “I…got jealous.”

King tensed a little. “Jealous? What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything about us, but I implied we had plans to host a party soon.”

“A party?” King shook his head, chuckling. “Well, I guess we’ll have to throw a party, won’t we? Is that all?”

“No.” She took a deep breath. “I didn’t like the way they were talking to me, so I asked them to leave. They thought I was impertinent.”

This time King laughed out loud. “I would like to see you impertinent.”

“You aren’t mad?”

“I don’t want our personal business fanned out for the public to pick apart, but we can’t stop people from gossiping. For as long as you’re under my protection, we’ll do what we can to quell those rumors.”

At first, she thought his words were soothing…and then they sank in.

For as long as you’re under my protection.

Is that what he meant?

A finite amount of time?

Not forever.

* * *

 

As she cooked breakfast, Fancy weighed every word King had said to her in their time together. She hashed and rehashed every moment. Every time he smiled at her, she looked for a hidden meaning, for love in his gaze. She couldn’t eat for worrying what the future might hold.

After breakfast, things became even more complicated. Before King left, he kissed her in front of God and everybody. The men had watched indulgently, and the roof hadn’t caved in. He’d held her hand and told her he’d be back soon…and then he’d said the magic words...

“Tonight, we’ll go for a walk in the moonlight. There’s something I need to talk to you about.”

Glory be!

Now, her head was spinning, and her thoughts were going crazy. What was he going to say? Would he tell her he loved her? Would he propose? She wanted to run to him, grab him by the collar and demand that he reveal to her whatever he was going to say - now!

She rubbed her eyes and tried to calm down. He was probably going to talk to her about making new curtains or weaving a rug.

To settle her nerves, she’d come to work in the garden. Hoeing weeds was a very therapeutic exercise when a person was unsettled. Fancy swung the sharp blade and cut down every offending weed she could find. The nasty little buggers weren’t going to be allowed to smother her tiny plants. With every stroke of the implement, she felt as if she were slicing through her own obsessions, exposing them to the harsh light of day. For too long she’d let her fears and insecurities rule her world.

It was time she was brave. It was time she was positive. It was time for her to expect good things to happen to her. Not since her parents and Thomas died had she ever mattered to anyone, and this was her greatest wish. She knew she soaked up every bit of attention anyone gave her, almost as if she was starving for it. Without a doubt, this what she was doing with King. Fancy shook with a full body shiver.

Waiting all day to find out what he would say to her might kill her.

“Whoa! Whoa there, Suze!”

Hearing the strange voice, she propped the hoe up on the fence and made her way to the front yard. To her surprise, a covered wagon was parked in the front and a grizzled man sat on the buckboard, talking to his horse, who wore a straw hat on its head. “We’re finally here, Susie Q. I’ll get you some oats soon, just be patient.”

Fancy couldn’t imagine who their visitor could be. “Hello, may I help you?”

The gentleman looked up and squinted at her, spitting a stream of tobacco juice to her right that made Fancy jump out of the way.

“I’m Stinky Rodriguez, little lady. I’m here about the job. I know I’m early, I was supposed to go on one more cattle drive, but I changed my mind.” He stretched. “These old bones are tired.”

“Job?”

She repeated the word weakly, remembering what Domino had told them about the cattle drive cook saying he’d stop by to discuss terms. The day she’d learned about this was the day Beauty had been stolen and she’d almost been cat food. It was also the day King had kissed her and kissed her, telling her that he’d come to his senses – that he wanted her. Just her.

Since then, she’d put this out of her mind. Forgotten about it. Pretended this day would never come.

And now, it was here.

“You look a mite pale. Can you tell me where I could find Kingston Ramsay? I’m here to discuss terms of employment.”

Fancy hung her head. “I’m not sure. You can check in the barn, someone will know where he is.”

For her part, she couldn’t stand still another moment. Turning on her heels, she fled into the house and raced to her room. Opening the small wardrobe, she pulled out her ragged reticule. She didn’t want to take the clothes he’d bought, but what choice did she have? She didn’t own anything else. After pacing back and forth, she settled on taking the dress she was wearing and leaving everything else. Especially the pink dress, she didn’t want the pink dress.

As she put things aside, she picked up the lace handkerchief. This she would keep to remember King by, she could use it to keep her other treasure safe. Spreading it out, she opened a drawer and took out the coin that her childhood friend had given her. The boy she’d only known for one day. The boy she’d never been able to forget. Placing the coin on the handkerchief, she was about to tie it into a knot, when the tears began to fall.

How could she leave? How could she walk away?

She loved him.

Sinking to her knees, she cried her heart out.

“How could he do this to me?”

As she sobbed, the words he’d spoken this morning rang in her ears.

Tonight, we’ll go for a walk in the moonlight. There’s something I need to talk to you about.

What did he mean? She needed to know.

For the first time, she decided to put some steel in her spine and stand up for herself. Throwing her flaming red hair over her shoulder, she ran out of the house to find King. She was going to come right out and ask him – did he love her or not? Did he plan on marrying her or not? Was she important to him or not?

Running out to the barn, she looked around. Where was everyone? Even Stinky Rodriguez had disappeared. Checking every out building, she began to call his name. “King? King? Where are you?”

When he didn’t answer, she went to the barn, ready to ride out to find him. This was too important to wait. Finding a pair of reins, she approached one of the horses. “Okay, I did this once, I can do it again. I’m brave.”

She was just about to open the stall door when a voice came out of nowhere.

“You might be brave, but you’re still as ugly as sin. I never understood why they named you Fancy, you should’ve been called Fido. Woof! Woof!”

Startled and shocked, Fancy whirled around to find Jubal Pierce, the man from Hearts and Hands. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I came to see an old friend. We have a few things to settle between us. He owes me.”

Fancy backed up from him, not liking the menacing look she could see in his eye. “I’m not sure where King is, I was just about to go find him.”

“Oh, you’re not going anywhere, Red.” He grabbed her arm. “Kingston Ramsay stole from me and I’ve come to take from him what he values the most.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She tried to pull away.

“I know, it’s strange.” He began dragging her out of the barn and around to the side next to the woods. “I’ve been in town for a few days talking to people. And I’ve been lurking around the ranch and watching all of you. At first, I thought the ranch was King’s prize possession. I planned on burning his house and barn to the ground. Then, after observing things for a while, I thought his prize possession might be his cattle, so I killed a couple and he got angry, but he didn’t seem hurt.” He steered Fancy to a wagon parked on the far side of the barn. “And I want him to hurt.”

“I don’t know what you mean!” Fancy struggled and struggled, but Jubal Pierce was strong. His fingernails were long and digging into her arm. “Let me go! King!”

“Shut up, I’m talking!” He shoved her in the back of the wagon and picked up a length of rope. “There’s no use calling for him, they’re all down by the river, looking at another cow I killed.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Maybe.” He pulled her hands behind her back and tied them tight. “King is crazy for sure. Imagine my surprise when I find out what he values the most in the world is you!”

Fancy laughed. “That’s not true, that’s not true at all.”

“Oh, it is. I’ve watched him. I watched you two at the river. I’ve even stood at his window and watched you two in bed. So, if I want to hurt him, if I want to destroy what he loves the most – it has to be you.”

The thought of Pierce watching them horrified her, her skin crawled at the thought.

But the rest of what he said…made her think…

“You’re wrong, King loves his home. He loves his friends. I’m not the best bargaining chip.” Even in her fear, she felt hope. This man was crazy, obviously. But what if he was right? What if King did want her in his life. “Let me go! Please!” If King did love her, she didn’t want to die.

“Time to be quiet.” He crammed the rag in her mouth, then pushed her to the wagon bed. “Just settle down, this will be over soon. He’ll find you with your throat cut like the cattle – and I will have my revenge.”