Page 55 of Cruel Revenge

Chapter Fourteen

JOSHUA

There’s a shitshow,and then there’s the goddamn mess that my wife and brother caused.

And then there’s the smoldering building in front of me, the last of the fire being put out by men with hoses and automatic rifles strapped to their backs.

If I had known getting involved with the Lyndes again would bring this much trouble into my life, I wouldn’t have done it.

A pang hits my chest as part of me recoils from that thought.

I can’t be falling for her. Can I?

Because even if I could spend the rest of my life buried in Skyla’s tight pussy, is it really worth it?

I ignore the voice inside my head screaming, “YES!”, because I know it’s true.

This fake relationship has a lot of blurred lines, and I have no idea what is fake and what is real anymore.

But I don’t have the time or the mental capacity to deal with any of that right now.

“I’m at the warehouse now.” I hold the phone between my ear and my shoulder. “It’s bad. Everything’s been burned.”

Whatever the Lyndes are involved in, it’s bad. I’ve got a feeling that I’m going to lose a lot of money on this deal.

I should start charging them double the cost price for what I’m selling them. It would be better than the near loss I’m taking by supplying them.

“Fuck.” Skyla sighs, and something shuffles in the background of the call. “I can’t get down there right now. Can you tell Kalani to handle it?”

I take another look at the melted rubber pallet that used to hold bricks of cocaine. “I can handle this without her. I told you I would come down and deal with it.”

“And I’m telling you that this is my family’s business. We bought the drugs from you, and we’re the ones that need to handle it,” Skyla says, her tone sharp. “You’re going to insult Aiden if you try to handle it.”

I exhale deeply and look up at the sky through the burned rafters above me. “I don’t really think that matters right now.”

Logan enters the warehouse and looks around,DEAwritten across the chest of the t-shirt he wears in a large, bold font. “I think it’s time we have a little chat, Joshua. Don’t you?”

Skyla groans in the background. “That’s the shit stain, isn’t it?”

I can just imagine the look on her face right now.

“Yeah, it’s him.” I glance at Logan as he walks around the warehouse, looking at the scorched brick walls.

I end the call without a goodbye, slipping the phone into my pocket before approaching Logan.

He eyes me as he looks at some of the metal barrels still standing at the other side of the room. “If I wanted to, I could arrest you right now. Skyla too. This warehouse is known to belong to her family, and when I look around, all I see are drugs.”

I gesture to the ash on the ground. “What drugs, exactly?”

His gaze narrows, his mouth pulling into a straight line. Hands ball at his sides as he stands in front of a broken window.

“You and I both know what was kept in this warehouse.”

“I don’t know what was kept in here.” I tuck my hands into my pockets. “How’s the stab wound treating you? I heard it hurt.”

Logan’s face turns a deep shade of red. If it were possible, there would be steam coming out of his ears. “You know your wife is a psycho, then?”

I shrug, but my heart skips a beat.

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