Page 130 of Seeking Vengeance

“What I’ve done?” she screeches. “WhatI’vedone?”

“Tell me what this is about.” I shove him again. “How do you two know each other?”

“It’s none of your business.” Layla attempts to move around me, the knife slicing the air.

“As if you don’t know.” Remy’s eyes narrow, then he scoffs a laugh. “Or do you really not know?”

“Know what, asshole?”

“Don’t,” Layla snaps.

“You’re fucking her.” Remy laughs with spite. “And you have no clue?”

Pressure bears down on my chest, punishing me.

“Stop it.” This time her request is a plea.

“Looks like she wasn’t the only one being played.” His eyes gleam. “This bitch is using you to get to us.”

“She isn’t using me. I’ve known of her hatred all along. I just haven’t known why.”

“Well, brother, let me provide you with the insight—”

Layla charges around me, slashing the knife toward him. “I’ll kill you.”

Shit.

I grab her around the waist, hauling her off the ground, the robe gaping, the knife slicing.

“Will you kill me like we killed your husband?” Remy smirks.

Fuck.Me.

I hold her tighter, feeling the second his words make an impact. She stops fighting, her inhales vicious as she pants, the slightest whimper accompanying each breath.

“We abducted her daughter, too.” He meets my gaze. “It was two years ago, but as you can see, our family made a lasting impression.”

She screams, reinvigorating her fight, kicking, thrashing.

“Stop it,” I snarl in her ear, ready to kill him myself. “Calm the fuck down.”

She doesn’t listen. Doesn’t settle. She’s all rage and pain and frenzy.

“Nice tits,” he adds, focusing on the space where the robe gapes across her chest.

“Shut your fucking mouth.” I swing her toward the hall, dumping her on her feet at the start of the carpet. “Get back in the bedroom,” I demand of her, seconds away from reverting to the man I promised myself was dead and buried.

The past reignites in my veins.

The dark savagery begs to be freed.

“Go to hell.” She stumbles away, then turns on me, her knife held at the ready.

“Now, Layla,” I warn. “I need to speak to him alone.”

“Listen to him, bitch,” Remy sneers. “Because if I get my hands on you before he does, it’s going to take more than a knife to save your life.”

I fight against the animalistic need to defend her. To lash out and strike him down for daring to even glare in her direction.

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