Page 82 of Cruel Revenge

Of course, she’s smart. She probably would’ve had people sweep the building already.

It’s good to be extra careful, though.

“You told me that you were going to take care of the problem.” She looks at me, and when she does, there’s something soulless in her eyes. She doesn’t seem to care what she says or who can hear her. “But you still haven’t handled it, so I needed to figure out his routine.”

“Does that mean that you’re going to deal with him?”

She shrugs one shoulder, kicking the garbage can to the side as it continues to burn. “I’m thinking about it.”

“And if I told you not to?”

Smirking, she hauls herself up to sit on one of the tables in the little waiting area at the front. “You could try. But at the end of the day, you’re not my boss. And the issue needs dealing with.”

I stride over to her, stopping a few feet from her.

My pulse pounds in my ears.

I don’t know if the fire is making the room feel this hot or if it’s the tension that threatens to choke me.

I’m not used to feeling at a disadvantage, but right now I’m not sure if I’ve ever been the one holding the control in our relationship.

Skyla looks at me like she’s testing me, waiting to see what my next move is going to be before she reacts.

She’s cold and calculating, and though I knew that about her coming into this fake marriage, I never thought the threads of those traits would run so deep.

And that scares me a bit because one of these days, she might get tired of me and kill me.

I can see it in her eyes. She’s assessing me like a piece of meat.

The scales are weighing… Kill me and have to find another way to get revenge on Logan and copious amounts of cocaineorlet me live but always be looking over her shoulder?

And even knowing she might come for me, I won’t let her go. I can’t.

Skyla runs her tongue over her bottom lip. “If you were smart, you’d be following Logan too.”

“And why is that?”

“He’s nothing but a liability to you.” She kicks one leg over the other, leaning back and bracing herself on her hands. “He’s the reason you’re going to end up dead.”

“I’m starting to think you’re the reason.”

She smirks and shrugs, leaving me feeling that much more unsettled.

This isn’t the Skyla I’m used to dealing with. The one sitting in front of me right now may as well be a stranger in some regards. She’s not even trying to act like she does at home. There’s no dancing around the subject or trying to save herself.

She’s dangerous.

The realization hits me hard.

I’ve never thought of her as dangerous, even knowing that she’s fine with killing people and getting her hands dirty.

But I’m starting to realize my life was never as at risk as it is right now. With her. And I’m not even sure I’d be mad at her if she were the one ending my life.

Skyla reaches out with her foot, pushing it lightly against my thigh. “Scared?”

“No.”

Her laugh is bone-chilling. “You should be.”

---