Page 53 of Cruel Revenge

“You’re a fucking psycho.” Venom spills from his voice before he seems to remember himself. “Just come home with me, and we can find a way to fix this, all right?”

“You want me to leave my husband? The man I love? To be with you?” I laugh and shake my head, patting his cheek again and hitting the bruise harder. “That’s not going to happen, and the fact you think it is might be the most pathetic part of this whole thing.”

“You don’t know who my brother is or what he’s involved in.”

“Cute that you think that.” I twist the blade a couple of degrees to the right. “There are no secrets, so whatever you think it is you have on me or him, you’re wrong, and you should give it up now.”

He whimpers at the pain, a tear sliding down his cheek.

How the hell did I ever delude myself into thinking I loved him?

The thought comes with stunning clarity.

If I had seen this side of him when we were together, I never would’ve been attracted to him.

“Skyla, you’re not thinking clearly, right now. It’s why you need to come back home. We can sort you out, and you can get back to the life you had.”

I tilt the blade upward a little, laughing when he whimpers again.

“I don’t fucking think so.”

As I pull the knife out, he groans and slumps over, his hand clamping to his wound.

I crouch down until I’m level with him. “I think you should probably see a doctor, Logan. That looks like a nasty cut.”

I wipe the blade on his shirt, inspecting it for any blood quickly before folding it back up and slipping it into my pocket.

“I’m going to take you and your entire family down.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “You’d actually have to be good at your job to do that. You’d have to actually have evidence that couldput me away, and since you don’t have that, I don’t think you’re actually going to do anything. You’re nothing but a pathetic and weak little man who tries to prey on other people to make yourself feel better about all your shortcomings.”

He coughs, more blood seeping out from between his fingers. “I have the evidence, and I’m done hiding it. I’m done protecting you, you stupid bitch. You’re on your own.”

“Oh, Logan, when it comes to you, I was always on my own.”

Joshua is standingin the front hall when I get home. He moves quickly, grabbing me by the throat and throwing me up against the wall.

I grunt at the pain radiating through my back.

His glare is like a white-hot fire, searing through me.

“You want to tell me why the fuck you stabbed my brother in the middle of the street?”

“We were on a sidewalk.”

His grip tightens, and it gets harder to breathe, but I don’t react.

“I don’t give a flying fuck where you were, Skyla.”

“What about a stationary fuck?”

There’s a thin glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Now isn’t the time to piss me off.”

“Shame. I kind of like you pissed off.” I smirk even though I know it isn’t going to get me anywhere.

Joshua sighs and reaches for the gun in his shoulder holster. “Why don’t you tell me why the fuck you stabbed him, and I won’t put a bullet through you?”

“Why don’t you tell me what you’re hiding from me, and I won’t give you the same treatment as your brother?” I reach for his hand, digging my nails into his skin.

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