Page 77 of Cruel Revenge

When his back turns to the window, I draw closer to the house, sneaking around the side in the blind spots left by the cameras.

He never listened to me when I told him how to protect the house. He thought he knew better.

Not once did he ever think that the threat he was trying to avoid was living with him at the time.

I could kill him right now. Maybe put his hand on the hot burner first and listen to the sizzle of skin, the stench filling the house. Or I could stick his head in the pot of boiling water. It might be fun to listen to him scream for his life.

As I make my way to the side door, all I can think about is the way he’s going to die. So many possibilities circling around in my mind.

Taking my time with him would make him think I care about him, though.

I don’t. I just want him dead and out of the way so I don’t have to keep looking over my shoulder.

So Joshua doesn’t find out the truth and kill me.

Because he could. I saw it in his eyes when we were in my office last week.

There was something crazed there. Something that didn’t make me feel like I was going to survive the marriage.

With Logan dead, there’s one less variable to speed up my death.

I reach for the side door, but I stop when Bella’s soft voice comes from the other side.

The dark pit in the bottom of my stomach grows bigger.

There’s part of me that wants to go in there and kill her too. I should for everything that she did to me.

Too many bodies to deal with, though.

And if I were to go in there and only kill Logan, then I would have to rely on Bella keeping her mouth shut.

She’s already proven that she’s a shit friend. Now that she doesn’t have even a speck of loyalty to me, not that I’m sure she had any to begin with, there’s nothing promising that she wouldn’t run straight to the police.

I guess this is your lucky night, Logan.

I take a deep breath and ease back from the house, staying in the blind spots until I’m across the street and down an alley.

Time for plan B.

Martina Esposito sighsand runs her hand through her hair, her phone pressed to her ear. “We need to send someone to get Gia to come home.”

She gets into her car, tossing the obscenely large purse onto the passenger seat beside her.

I look down at the guard tied at my feet.

He keeps trying to force the gag out of his mouth, but it’s useless. His hands are bound behind his back, and his feet are secured together.

“Looks like she’s gone.” I smile bright as I take the knife and slide it through the rope around his feet. “You’re going to walk yourself into the kitchen. If you do anything stupid, this is going to hurt a lot more.”

His eyes widen and sweat beads on his forehead.

I motion with the gun to the back door.

He walks over to it, his head hung and his shoulders tense.

I keep the gun aimed at him. Most of the time, people try something stupid when their life is on the line.

As soon as we’re in the kitchen, I slide my gun into the holster around my thigh.

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