Page 71 of Cruel Revenge

Joshua’s hands curl into fists. “You’re sure that he was in there?”

Aiden rolls his eyes. “It’s not like I walked in there with the intention of finding your brother jerking it, so yeah, I’m sure it was him.”

I groan and scrub a hand down the side of my face. “What did he do when he saw you there?”

“Got out of there pretty fucking quick.” Aiden puts the knife into the glovebox. “Should’ve killed him then and there.”

Joshua’s eyebrow arches. “He’s still alive, then?”

Aiden gives a sharp nod, his gaze drifting to mine. “He is. Thought someone else should handle it.”

I bite the inside of my cheek, a slight incline of my head that I make sure Joshua doesn’t catch as he takes the gun back from beside me.

Though I don’t know how I’m going to deal with Logan yet, he’ll be dealt with. He doesn’t get to disrespect my space like that.

Bringing him down is going to be the highlight of my life. After everything he’s ever done to me, he’s finally going to pay for it.

I just have to bide my time.

Tension fills the car as Aiden looks at Joshua again. His eyes narrow, and the muscle in his jaw twitches like he’s not sure what to say. Either that or he’s trying to keep the peace and holding back as much as possible.

Finally, Aiden blows out a breath. “He’s alive for now because you should be the one to handle your brother.”

“I will be,” Joshua says, his tone deadly. “Don’t you worry about that. He’s not going to be pulling this shit again.”

“You better deal with it. I don’t want this to be a problem I have to step in to handle. That wouldn’t look good for either of us.” Aiden smirks and starts the van once more. “Especially you. The drug lord losing control is not an image you want to portray. Not with so many sharks circling in the water.”

“I’ll handle this.” Joshua looks at me, any ounce of warmth gone from his eyes, a monster looking back at me.

The air nearly crackles with electricity as Joshua leans closer to me.

My gaze drops to his mouth before flicking back up to his eyes.

I’m not letting you win this one, Joshua. So, let the games begin.

I kickoff my shoes when we get home later that afternoon, heading straight for the fridge and pulling out the bottle of honey apple wine I have stashed in the back.

There’s no point in wasting time and searching for a glass. Instead, I crack open the screw top and toss it to the side before taking a long drink.

Joshua follows me into the kitchen. “You want to tell me what’s going on right now?”

“You heard my brother.” I haul myself up onto the counter, leaning back against the wall. “Logan is a fucking creep who abuses his power, and apparently since I’m married to you, that’s only going to get worse.”

“I’m going to handle this. You just have to trust me.”

I scoff and take a long pull of the wine before passing him the bottle. “You want me to trust you?”

“You expect me to trustyou.” He puts the wine to the side. “I will handle my brother. You don’t have to worry.”

And even though I want to take care of Logan myself, there’s a part of me that likes the thought of being taken care of.

Maybe for once, I don’t have to be the one holding it together and trying to take care of the family.

Joshua wants to be the one to take care of me. He wants to handle this for me.

I want to let him. So bad.

Which is why I slide down from the counter, heart hammering in my chest.

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