Sister's Revenge: Action Adventure Assassin Pulp Thriller Book #1 (Michelle Angelique Avenging Angel Assassin) Read Online Free

save her life, and even though her wild emotions sometimes drove everybody crazy, her spontaneity was part of what they loved.
    “All right,” she began. “You guys probably don’t remember that Michael and Gabe Jr. were killed only a couple days after my last finals at Southwest. I was graduating with my Associates degree and had been accepted over at Northridge. We were thrilled because I was the first one in our family to go to college.”
    “I remember,” Deja said. “We were all excited and planned on throwing you a graduation party. It was supposed to happen that weekend. Then the police came to your house, Michael was dead, and you up and disappeared. We were afraid you’d been shot, maybe dying in a hospital somewhere. Goddammit, Michelle, I can’t believe you’ve been gone three whole years and didn’t tell us the day you got back!”
    “Deja, please. Let her talk.”
    “Sorry.”
    Michelle touched Deja’s arm. “That’s all right. I’d be pissed, too, if you told me some crazy shit like this.” Michelle tucked her feet under herself in the chair and gazed off into her memories. “It all happened three years ago,” she said softly, “but feels like only three days. I’d stayed home that day; I was there, in the house, when they were killed . . .”
    * * *
    F rom the front bedroom, Michelle had heard Michael talking to someone as he entered the house and walked into the living room. Though the bedroom door was open, she was busy going through some of her parents’ things, so Michelle didn’t bother to see who was with her brother.
    Michael probably didn’t even know she was there. Over the past few weeks she’d been swamped with finals and was rarely home. Yesterday had been her last exam.
    She sat sorting through items, preparing to move out of the home she’d grown up in. Michael had pushed her to leave Anglewatts, to go to college somewhere out of the hood. After two years of community college, she was ready to go. They’d found an apartment close to California State University Northridge where, in a couple of short months, she’d start her junior year.
    “Hey, you got any beers?” she heard her cousin, Gabe Jr., ask.
    “Should be some in the fridge,” Michael replied. “You guys want a beer?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Okay.”
    “No.”
    At the sound of three unfamiliar voices, Michelle straightened. She didn’t care what they said; she’d heard it all many times before. She’d also learned a long time ago, when Michael did business in the house, it was easier to stay out of the mix. She didn’t like most of those guys, anyway.
    “Come on back,” Michael said. “I don’t do business in the front room where my sister can come in.”
    Michelle heard several people walk down the hall. Assuming they’d gone to Michael’s den, she reached under the bed and pulled out a box that held mementos—things she and Michael had made back in grammar school. The sort of stuff all moms collect. Michelle sat on the bed next to the box and pulled out a green, flat plaster cast with two paw prints embedded on the face and “Pike” scratched below the prints.
    Pike. Her all-time favorite cat. She couldn’t say “Spike,” so his name became “Pike” instead.
    BLAM!
    Michelle froze.
    BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
    BLAM-BAM-BAM!
    Silence . . .
    BLAM!
    Heart in her throat, Michelle spun around. Someone was coming up the hall. She jumped up, spilling the box’s items, and then ran around the bed and out the door, reaching the living room in time to see a man staggering across the front porch.
    “Michael!” she called. “Michael!”
    A squealing screech yanked her attention out through the open front door where a white Escalade shot past, gray smoke pouring from the rear tires. Michelle watched in horror as the SUV disappeared.
    Shaking, she stepped toward the hall. “Michael, are you there? Michael?” The air was full of acrid, bitter smoke . . .
    Somehow she reached the hall, and