Page 52 of Cruel Revenge

I drop my hand as people start to watch us.

Getting hauled into the police station where he has power over me isn’t an option. He’s practically foaming at the mouth for a reason to put me away for the rest of my life. I’m not going to give him one.

Logan smirks and tucks his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “Now, I told you that I wanted to talk with you, which means I think you’re going to be kind and you’re going to listen to what I have to say for the first time since we met.”

“You’re a dead man for threatening my family.” I keep my tone low as I keep walking.

He follows me. “That threat is getting old, Skyla. I just told you that. Do you see what I mean about you not listening to me?”

“What do you want?”

“I just thought you should know that you’re making a mistake with my brother, but I’m ready to forgive you for it.” He smiles at me like a benevolent dictator. “Now, I’ve been thinking about the divorce, and you should be able to take him for at least half of what he legally has because we both know he didn’t make you sign a prenup.”

“How concerned you are with my marriage is disturbing.”

He scowls, stepping in front of me. “You may think this is a game, but it isn’t. I’m willing to forgive you, so I would suggest that you listen to me and stop trying to make a joke out of this.”

“I have nothing to be forgiven for.”

Logan’s eyebrows climb, and there’s a crazed and dangerous look in his eyes. “You don’t think you have anything to apologize for?”

“No, I don’t. I moved on with my life because you decided to put your dick where it didn’t belong. You decided that you could go ahead and fuck my best friend because you were too much of a pathetic little boy to get your shit together. I’m more successful and powerful than you’ve ever been, and it’s eating you alive.”

His hands clench into fists, knuckles turning white. “You don’t get to talk to me like that.”

I step closer to him, blood rushing in my ears and boiling in my veins. “The best thing I ever did was leave you. If I were a smarter woman, I would’ve killed you the day I caught you cheating.”

“I would’ve liked to see you try.”

My hand slips into my pocket, and I pull out the butterfly knife there, flicking it open and stepping closer to him.

To other people passing us on the street, it would look like we’re just standing close to each other, maybe two lovers caught up in the moment.

In reality, the broken nose isn’t enough for him. Now he has a knife pressed beneath his jacket and just over his right kidney.

Logan’s inhale is sharp as he looks down at me. “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m reminding you whoIam and whatI’mcapable of. If you think I won’t kill you in the middle of the street, you’re wrong.”

“You do that, and I’m going to have everything you’re keeping a secret from my brother delivered to his door.”

I dig the knife in deeper, feeling the slight give of his flesh and smirking at his hiss of pain, his entire body tensing.

“You don’t want to play with fire, Logan, you don’t have the balls to get burned and walk out on the other side.”

He grits his teeth against the pain. “You’re making a mistake.”

“No. The mistake was ever being with you. Or maybe the mistake will be a slight slip of my hand. Turn the blade ninety degrees. You’ve seen stabbing wounds. What do you think of the scar you’d have from that?”

“Don’t you dare.”

I smirk and drive the knife a little deeper. “I could pierce your kidney instead. Leave you on the sidewalk with toxins spilling into your body.”

Logan tries to squirm away, but it only makes the stab wound worse. “You’re going to regret this.”

Only when it comes to dealing with Joshua, but I can handle myself just fine. I always have.

“I don’t think I am.” I pat his face, fingers grazing against the dark bruise high on his cheekbones and making him wince. “I don’t know why Joshua keeps you alive. My siblings would’ve killed me if I pulled the shit you pull.”

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