Page 51 of Cruel Revenge

My foot is on his chest in the next instant, and I press down. “You’re going to keep my wife’s name out of your mouth, you sniveling piece of shit. I should kill you right now.”

Laughing, Logan shoves at my foot, trying to get me to move and let him up. “You would be nothing without me. I’m the one keeping you protected from the DEA.”

Aiden leans against the wall, gaze boring into me as I shift my position.

If there was ever anything that felt like a test, this was it.

I have nothing to prove to either of them but having them on my side could prove useful in the future.

Not that Logan is going to be forgiven for this either way.

I crouch with my foot still on his chest, taking out the gun hidden on my calf. I press it against his temple. “The second you’re done being useful to me, you’re dead.”

Chapter Thirteen

SKYLA

Logan snatchesmy coffee from the pickup counter before I have a chance to take it. “We need to talk since your husband interrupted us the other day.”

I was looking forward to having a good morning, starting off with the coffee I have been dreaming about. Now all I’m thinking about is grabbing Logan by the back of the head and slamming his face into the edge of the counter.

It’d be fun to watch the blood run from his face, to see his skull split in half.

Joshua wants him alive, though.

For now.

“I’d rather die.”

I spin and walk out of the café, without my fucking coffee, and stride down the street.

I should go back in there and kill him now. It would be nothing to take him in the bathroom. I could smash his head off the stone ledge. Maybe drive the corner into his temple.

He’d scream. He’d probably cry.

There would be blood everywhere and a ton of people to pay off.

I could stage it to look like an overdose, though.

Summer or Jade wouldn’t draw any attention if they came to the café and gave me a little bag of coke to stage the entire thing.

I’d finally be free of his shit.

The idea is tempting. I don’t think I’ve liked the thought of killing him more.

I’m itching to turn around and march back to the café and just finish the job.

Joshua would have to forgive me eventually.

Logan catches up to me. He falls into step beside me, my coffee long gone, and his hands in his pockets. “I’m sorry, is there a reason you thought our conversation was done?”

“Do I look like I answer to you?” I glance at him, considering pushing him in front of the oncoming taxi.

“You can either talk to me, or I’ll have CPS pay Gia a visit. What do you think the chances are of them finding some heroin hidden in the bathroom? Needles in the nursery?”

I grab him by the throat and shove him against the brick wall. “You bastard. If you even think about framing Gia for possession and endangering her child, it will be the last thing you do.”

“You know, everyone keeps threatening my life lately, and it’s starting to get old.”

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