Page 56 of Cruel Revenge

Why does the word “wife” sound so right when linked to Skyla?

Fuck, I need to shrug off whatever the fuck this is.

I pace toward Logan, weighing my options.

I could kill him right now. Light the body on fire. It would be easy to frame him for being in here when the fire started. Could blame the entire thing on him. Could even pin the drug dealing business on his ass.

But then I would lose my contact in the DEA, and all eyes would turn to me.

It’s a risk I can’t take yet. Not with the shaky hold I already have on my relationship with Grady.

There are too many variables right now.

“Going to kill me?” Logan asks like he’s reading my mind. “You would think about that right now, wouldn’t you? I can see it in your eyes. You’ve always been a cold and calculating bastard.”

“One of us had to be. You were always too weak to take over after Dad died.”

“You mean after you sent someone in there to kill him because you wanted the power he held?”

Fuck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I never had Dad killed. I got the call the same as you did. Someone attacked him and left him for dead in his cell.”

Logan continues his walk around the warehouse, looking around, though there’s nothing for him to find or use against me.

“That’s just the thing, Joshua. This is the game you always play. You pretend to know nothing, but you’re the reason he died. You and he were so much alike.”

“And now you sound like Mom.”

He smirks and looks at me with his hands clasped behind his back, strutting around like he’s the one with the upper hand in whatever game he thinks he’s playing. “There’s a reason she wants nothing to do with you.”

“She’s made that perfectly clear over the years. I want nothing to do with her either.” I stop pacing and study him, watching the way he looks out the windows like he’s trying to stall.

Fuck. Did he set me up?

I lunge forward, moving before he has a chance to register what’s happening.

With his shirt held tight in my fist, I shove him up against one of the metal columns still standing.

His eyes widen and sweat beads on his forehead.

Logan was never good at hiding his fear from me.

He swallows hard, hands coming up and palms facing out. “I don’t know what you think you’re doing, but I would think about your next move.”

“I think my brother is a rat who doesn’t value anything that I’ve done for him.” I pull him off the column before slamming him into it again. “I think that I took care of the family after Dad went to jail, and you’ve always resented the fact that I was the one who was willing to step up and do what needed to be done. I think you’re nothing but a coward at the end of the day.”

“You don’t know anything.”

“Don’t I?” Chuckling, I press two fingers against his stab wound.

His teeth clench, and he hisses. “You’re making a mistake.”

“You’re spineless.” I dig my fingers into the wound, the warmth and stickiness of his blood seeping through the shirt. “You always have been.”

But lately, he’s been acting more and more brazen.

I have to wonder if that has to do with Skyla, or if he’s done sitting by the sidelines.

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