Page 15 of Cruel Revenge

I should kill him right here and now. The cop outside could probably be paid off.

Joshua might have a problem with losing his brother, but I don’t think it would be that much of an inconvenience to him.

Logan sighs and shakes his head, tutting like my grandmother. “You know, this would all be over sooner if you would just tell me what I want to know.”

“This would be over sooner if you would stop abusing your power.”

He picks up a picture of my niece, Bianca, as he moves into the living room. “Cute kid. Be a shame if she turned out like you. Fucking my brother in a club bathroom? Really, Skyla? That’s the level you’ve sunk to? Kind of makes you a whore.”

My nails bite into my palms, drawing little drops of blood. “Wow. You are incredible, you know that?”

He smirks and throws the picture to the ground before grabbing another and breaking that too. “You always did like dancing. Or rather, the attention men gave you when you were dancing. You’ve always been a bit of a slut.”

“I don’t know why you care since you’re the one who ruined things between us.”

A lamp is shoved off the table, shattering when it hits the ground.

Logan uses the toe of his shoe to grind little pieces of glass into the area rug.

It might be baiting him into getting angry, but that’s what I want right now. I want him to get angry and give me a reason to get him fired. I want him to realize that I’m not someone who is going to continue to come second to his wants.

I’m not the same woman I made myself into when I was with him.

The week after we broke up, it was like my eyes had been opened for the first time in a long time. I could look in the mirror and recognize myself.

And little by little, I took my life back.

It’s time that he wakes up and sees me for who I am.

I’m not sure how I ever allowed him to make me into a shell of myself in the first place.

It’s never going to happen again.

Logan pulls the cushions from the couch, tossing them to the other side of the room. “You should get over your anger. It’s not healthy. You should see that I was just trying to help our relationship.”

“I’m not having this argument with you. Not even a little bit. You know what you did was wrong. The fact that you keep trying tojustify it only reminds me of why we were never going to work in the first place.”

“You were in love with me. You knew we were going to work. You just didn’t want to be the kind of woman that a man needs. That’s not my fault.”

“Oh, and looking the other way while having my best friend spread her legs for you was being the kind of woman a man needs? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me with that one, Logan.”

He rolls his eyes, turning the couch completely over and nearly breaking the coffee table in the process. “You got even. You slept with my brother. Now we can go back to the way things are supposed to be.”

“Supposed to be?”

“Yeah, when you weren’t spreading your legs for every man who looked at you the right way. Now, do you want to tell me how long this thing between you and my brother has been going on?”

“That’s none of your business. Our relationship ended two years ago when you decided to fuck my best friend. You get nothing from me now.”

“He’s my brother.”

“And?” I follow him into the kitchen, scowling as he rips open cupboards and throws plastic containers to the ground.

“You were cheating on me with him, weren’t you?” He spins with a stack of plates in his hands before letting them slip through his fingers.

The shattering of ceramic fills the room, pieces sliding across the floor in every direction.

I could settle this with the police department. But if I tell Aiden about what this asshole has done, then his life is going to be so much worse.

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