Page 42 of Cruel Revenge

The warning is subtle and it’s one that has me wanting to lunge across the table and get my hands around his neck.

The stupid fucker would probably like it, though. I can see it in the look in his eyes. He’s waiting for the chance to put me in my place, but I’m not going to give it to him.

Not yet, at least.

And yet, when he looks at me like that, I think about all the ways I could be bent over his knee right now.

Joshua leans forward, his forearms resting on the table. “Now, I asked you a question, and I’m looking for an answer.”

“Would you like me to set my gun on the table too? We could play a game of mine is bigger than yours and see who comes out on the other side.” I smile and drum my nails on the table. “Because I think we could play a fun game if you really want to.”

His eyebrow lifts like he’s considering it.

Heat rolls off him in waves and for a moment, I want to push him more. I want to see how far I can take it before one of us loses.

Though, that could end up with me dead and him having to marry Emily Granville.

That might be worth it.

“Go get in the car.” He stands, slipping the gun back into the holster. “We have things to talk about, and if you’re going to try and hurt me, I’d rather not have to mop the blood off my own floors.”

With a snort, I push back and follow him out of the room. “You think I would hurt you?”

I mean, I could. In more ways than he can probably guess. But for some weird reason, I find myself not wanting to.

I want to strangle him, sometimes, sure, but I don’t really want him hurt or gone from my life, God knows why.

I huff.

He opens the door to the garage and presses his thumb to a fingerprint scanner.

A little black box on the wall unlocks and reveals several sets of keys.

He takes one. “Your prints have been added in as well. You can take whatever car you want when you need it.”

I stare at the keys before looking at the collection of cars in front of us.

He heads to some black truck with dark tinted windows and unlocks it.

The damn thing is lifted and is going to require some circus act to get in.

“You know, if you want something that screams coke dealer, this is it.” I wrench open the passenger door before stepping up onto the tire and grabbing the handle. I haul myself into the truck and glare at him. “Maybe you should consider a rope ladder.”

Joshua smirks and hits a button on a remote that lifts the door. He backs out of the driveway and heads to the highway.

We take one of the exits.

I frown. “Where are we going?”

“There is still one part of this agreement we need to take care of.” He touches his ring finger with his thumb.

He parks in front of a tattoo shop. “Let’s get our wedding rings, shall we?”

I sigh and exit the car.

When we areboth wearing matching ring tattoos, we get in the car and head for the highway again, but we’re not going home, apparently.

As we leave the city behind us, I sit beside him, wishing that I had told him I would rather stay home.

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