Ricochet (NejiSaku/SasuTen) Chapter Three
Sasuke’s mouth settled into a grim line as he cynically observed the young and nubile, complete with breast implants and carefully curled hair. They circled the room eyeing up likely victims, picked the richest man they could find, then primed him and fired their lucky shot.
Or unlucky, depending from which side of the fence you viewed it.
Contempt twisted his lean, pale features as he retreated to the furthest corner of the room where the bar was situated. Discarding his untouched glass of champagne, he ordered a glass of full-blooded red wine to take its place.
Events like these weren’t often privileged with his presence, but ever since he’d put Itachi in the ground, Sasuke had had nothing but time—time to devise a ploy to exact vengeance. And he’d finally figured how he’d go about doing so. Somewhere amongst the crowd was the face of Hyuuga International and he knew he had to do his utmost to seek her out and make Neji face the fall-out of his own
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