Page 25 of Cruel Revenge

“Of course, you wouldn’t. You’ve always been spineless, and you were never able to do what you had to for the family. You spent your life as Mom’s golden child while I was the one who got my hands dirty, and now that we’re adults, nothing has changed.”

His eyes narrow, his face turning an unhealthy shade of red. “You think you’re the one that kept this family going?”

“I don’t think, Iknow. You might be in the DEA now, but you got there by lying and kissing ass. You haven’t worked for anything you’ve got.” I scoff and stand up straight, heading for the door. “Even if you hadn’t cheated on her, Skyla would’ve still woken up and realized what you are and left you anyway.”

A vase collides with the wall just to the right of my head.

I spin and cross the room.

Grabbing Logan by the throat, I send him flying into the window.

The glass shatters against his weight, and he tumbles through it into the backyard.

His shouts have Bella rushing back into the room.

Her hand flies up to cover her mouth as she gasps. Her eyes water as she looks up at me.

“This is the last time he says shit about my wife or threatens me.” My voice is loud so Logan can hear it while he sits outside and sulks. “And the case against the Lynde family disappears.”

“What if it doesn’t?” Bella asks, her voice wavering.

“Then I kill him.”

It’d finally solve my problems, but Skyla would be pissed. Knowing her, she’s likely foaming at the mouth to be the one to kill Logan.

Eventually, Skyla will have to learn, one way or another, that I’m the one running this marriage. Not her.

And if robbing her of killing Logan finally gets that point across, then so be it.

I have other ways of dealing with her.

Chapter Seven

SKYLA

Summer plantsher hands on her hips, her full lips pressing into the signature pout that makes Aiden bend like a dry and brittle twig. “Care to explain why you didn’t tell any of us you were married?”

I roll my eyes and glance at the hot pan on the stove in front of her. “I didn’t think it was that important.”

Jade scoffs and stops stirring the garlic to glare at me. “You would’ve told us if you were engaged.”

I haul myself up to sit on the edge of the counter. “After the disaster with Logan? I don’t think so. Telling someone about the engagement would’ve only brought back those shit memories. Then, there was the matter of actually making it down the aisle.” I shake my head. “Just… No.”

Summer grins as she snags a slice of fresh mozzarella and drizzles it with balsamic glaze. “I always thought you were the type to elope. But I thought you would at least tell us that it was happening.”

“That defeats the point of an elopement.”

Jade turns to chop up some onions. “We would’ve liked to be there with you. Even just to sit in the background and watch.”

“Hah! You two? Background people? The pair of you would have had an opinion about everything that was happening, and neither of you would let go of what you thought until you got your way.”

Summer laughs and nibbles the edge of the mozzarella. “Maybe you’re right about that, but you still should’ve told us. We could’ve met the guy at least. Now you need to let us throw you a reception.”

“I don’t need to do any such thing.” I cross one leg over the other, stirring the garlic in the pan as Jade dumps in the onion.

“Come on. We have to have a party.” Jade snatches the wooden spoon back from me, turning down the heat on the pan as the onions and garlic make the kitchen smell like the inside of a pizza parlor.

Ellie walks into the room, her hair scraped up into a high ponytail and her scrubs still on. “I swear if someone doesn’t get me something to eat soon, I’m going to turn into a monster, and nobody is going to be safe.”

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