Page 10 of Cruel Revenge

Her arched eyebrows climb. “Me? Be reasonable? You’re the one proposing to your brother’s ex-fiancée in a club.”

The corner of my mouth twitches as I lower my hands. “Come on, Skyla. You know it would piss him off. Wouldn’t that be fun for you?”

She glances at something just past my shoulder, and I turn, winking at Logan as he glares at us from the bar. He shoves offthe stool and starts to storm through the crowd, but it shifts, blocking him from view for now.

It’s not going to last long.

My brother has always thought of Skyla as his property. Seeing us together is going to send him over the edge, and I don’t doubt the two of them are going to be arguing in the middle of the club within minutes.

Which means I only have a limited amount of time to get Skyla on my side.

She smirks as she looks up at me. “One dance. That’s all you get to convince me that this asinine idea of yours is going to be worth it for me.”

Grinning, I take her hand and spin her around, pulling her against my chest.

Her head is just below my chin, the scent of orange, vanilla, and tobacco wafting up to me. It smells like seduction.

Skyla grinds into me, her hips swaying as her round ass presses harder against me. She moves to the beat of the music with ease, like she’s been dancing in clubs her entire life.

This isn’t the same woman who was engaged to my brother.

I brush my lips over the shell of her ear, enjoying the way she seems to shiver from my touch.

“Here’s the deal. Your family would get large cocaine shipments. More than anyone else in the area is getting. I would slow down deliveries to everyone else, and your family would be able to take the cocaine monopoly on the East Coast again.”

She tips her head back, entire body arching. “And what would I have to do?”

“Pretend to be my wife. Make sure that Grady Granville believes it.”

She stiffens and spins around, her hands sliding up my chest, toying with the top two buttons of my shirt. “I’m sorry? You want me to risk fucking with Grady Granville? As in the man who brings the most cocaine to the U.S. a year?”

“Yes.” I dip down when I see Logan at the peripherals of my vision. “I need you to do this for me.”

“There are a thousand other women you could ask who would be more than happy to be paraded around on your arm.”

I loop my arm around her waist, dipping her low as the song turns to one more reminiscent of a tango.

She smirks as I pull her back up to me slowly, every inch of her body pressing against mine.

Logan stops beside us, clearing his throat. “I need to talk to you, Joshua.”

Skyla gives him a disdainful smile and runs her fingers through my hair, mussing it up and ignoring him completely. “I didn’t think an oaf like you would be able to move like that.”

I snort and skim my lips along her jaw, enjoying the way her pulse jumps at the touch. “Just think about it. If you agree to do this with me, you can see that look on his face every single day.”

Her fingers knot in my hair, holding me in place. “And reinstating the cocaine shipments, you’re serious about that? Pissing off Logan is good, but cocaine is better.”

Smirking, I nip her earlobe, drawing a soft moan from her that I don’t think either of us were expecting, and my body reacts instantly. “If I slid my fingers over your pussy right now, would you be soaking wet?”

A hard push sends me stumbling a few steps from her before I have the chance to find out the answer to my question.

Logan stands with balled fists. “I told you, we need to talk.”

I tuck my hands in my pockets, drawing myself up to my full height and towering over him. “Did you forget who’s running the show here,littlebrother?”

He puffs up, hands balling into tight fists. The glower he gives me could turn blood to ice if the color didn’t immediately drain from his face afterward.

Skyla shakes her head as one of her brothers materializes out of the dark.

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