Page 84 of Cruel Revenge

“I’ve got to take Emily shopping and just wanted to let you know. I’m not sure how long it will take.” I raise my voice so Grady can hear what I’m saying.

Her laughter only gets louder. “Oh, that’s cute. A little date? How sweet. Or is this more of a babysitter situation since she behaves like a damn brat?”

“I’ll see you when I get home.”

“Cool, guess there’s plenty of time for me to go take a ride or two on the ole dildo. Maybe I’ll even moan your name when I come. And as you’re at it, try to get info out of her. Have fun shopping.” She ends the call.

Great, now I’m stuck with a fucking bonerandEmily Granville.

Emily swingsher purse over her shoulder, nearly clobbering me for the fifth time with the damn thing since we got to the mall. “I knew you were going to come around, sooner or later.”

“Well, your father and I have been working together for a long time.” I shift the bags from one hand to the other as the cord handles start to dig into my skin. “You’re going to be taking over his business one day. Started learning the ropes?”

She shrugs, leading the way out of one store and into another that smells like the Easter Bunny’s taint. It’s a cloyingly sweetsort of smell that only comes from cotton candy and stripper glitter when they’re mixed together in one of those sick perfumes.

Maybe I should ask Skyla to kill me. It would save me from ever having to do another trip like this. And I’m sure she would make it fun for me.

Emily sighs. “Business is boring, and he keeps meeting with some guys in prison, but that’s nothing new.”

I nod.

Nothing she’s saying is useful. Not when she mentions the color of the jumpsuits or when she launches into a story about her last birthday party.

I can’t wait to tell Skyla all about this. She is going to love this when I get home. She’s going to think this is the funniest thing to have ever happened.

And then she’s going to be pissed because I’m not getting anything useful out of Emily.

Fuck.

No, wait.

Why am I looking forward to being with Skyla and laughing with her about this?

And why am I worried I might disappoint her?

I’m mad at her, aren’t I? She is keeping secrets from me.

Besides, Skyla has no right to be pissed. She isn’t the boss of me, and I would’ve been trying to get information even if she hadn’t told me to.

Falling in love and being in a real relationship sucks.

Things need to change.

I don’t know where she gets off thinking that she’s running this relationship, but it’s time to teach her a lesson.

I’m done playing Mr. Nice Guy.

Chapter Twenty-One

SKYLA

I don’t sleepall night. Can’t.

Joshua never came home. Just called to say he would be spending more time working at one of the warehouses, waiting for a shipment to come in after something went wrong.

I don’t believe it.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, I sigh and shake my head.

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