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

asked.
    “That sounds like a good idea,” Michelle said. “Dig around in the kitchen for whatever you guys want.” She handed her cognac to Deja. “Dump this and pour me a root beer with ice.”
    After returning from the bathroom, Michelle settled back into her chair to munch on a handful of Doritos, sip her root beer, and decide on how much to tell her friends. She chose to stick to her original plan: tell them about her training and her job, but not about the money.
    “Thank you, guys, for being here. This is the first time I’ve talked about any of this stuff since I left.”
    Nikky and Deja both nodded.
    “It was crazy,” Michelle said. “Michael was dead, I was sick, almost hysterical, and don’t know how I even saw it, maybe what Michael said sunk in, I don’t know. But there it was, an open briefcase on the coffee table, one of those silver metal kinds, packed full of big bags of oxy. Michael said if I took it, they’d hunt me down and kill me. I had to get out, so I called Uncle G. He got me out before the cops came.”
    Michael had told her to leave everything. She’d promised him, and then watched him die.
    * * *
    B ut Michelle had known it wasn’t a real promise. Ever since their parents died four years earlier in a car accident, she’d relied on Michael for everything. Now he was dead, and the only sure thing was she didn’t know how to make it on her own.
    Scared out of her mind, Michelle couldn’t think, though she clearly understood two things: she had to get out of the house, and she had to have money to live. She left the drugs, took the money, and called her uncle, G-Baby.
    “Oh God! Oh God! They killed them, they killed them, they’re dead, they’re dead, they’re in the house, dead. Oh God, they’re in the house, dead. What’re we gonna do? They’re dead. They killed them. Uncle G, they’re dead.”
    “Slow down, Michelle. Who’s dead?”
    “They’re both dead. They’re dead in the house right now, and they’re dead. Oh God. Oh Jesus. Oh Jesus.”
    “Michelle, stop.”
    “Oh God. Oh Jesus. Oh God.”
    “Michelle! Listen to me. What’s my name?”
    “What?”
    “What is my name?”
    “Your name? Your name is Uncle G, Uncle Gabriel.”
    “Good. Now, Michelle, tell me who’s dead.”
    “Michael and Gabe Jr., they’re . . . they’re . . . they’re both dead.”
    Saying their names out loud had made their deaths seem more real, though Michelle couldn’t understand how anything could have been more real than seeing the life go out of her brother’s eyes.
    For a long time, the phone line remained silent. Only much later did Michelle realize she’d blurted out to her Uncle G that his son had been killed.
    “Uncle G . . . ? You there?”
    Silence . . .
    “Uncle G?”
    “Are you hurt?” he asked.
    “No.”
    “Where are you?”
    “In the garage.”
    “Are Gabe Jr. and Michael there?”
    “They’re in the house.”
    “What happened?”
    “There . . . there were . . . they were in the house with some guys back in the den. Then it sounded like everyone started shooting. It got quiet, and I went back . . .” Michelle started to cry. “Oh God, Uncle G, they were in there. They’re both dead.”
    “Hang on, baby girl. Are you sure you’re not hurt?”
    “Yes.”
    “You talk to anyone else yet?”
    “No.”
    “Okay. You’re safe for now. Do you have any idea why everyone started shooting?”
    “It was drugs, Uncle G. I saw a briefcase full of drugs.”
    “Are the police there?”
    “No.”
    “You can’t let the police see you. You’re a witness, and the men who own those drugs won’t . . . never mind. Shit, Michelle, we gotta get you out of there. You still got your passport from when the family went to Mexico on vacation?”
    “Yes.”
    “Can you go back in the house and get it?”
    “Yes, but I don’t want to see them anymore.”
    “You need to do this. Take a breath. Get yourself ready. Just go in and get that