Page 4 of Better than Revenge

“Yeah, girlfriend. You gonna invite me in or you want to discuss shit out in the hallway.”

I’m stunned, but I back up and open the door wider for him to come inside.

“Come in.” All I can think of is vampire mythology and how I just invited him in. I shut the door behind him and wonder what the fuck I am doing. Besides playing with the devil. “Does this mean you agree to help me?”

“Yeah, I’ll help you.”

I wave my hand indicating the couch and sit in a silent gesture for him to make himself comfortable. If he wants to sit he can. I wish he would since he already towers over me but I’m not going to say anything. About that anyway.

“And what do you want in return?”

I can only think of the moment in the Disney movie where the fish girl signs her voice away to the evil squid lady. Or was she an octopus? Is that what I’m doing? Signing over something I really don’t want to do without?

“I’m not sure yet, but we’ll say you owe me a favor.”

“Open-ended. Yeah, I’m not sure I’m alright with that. How do I know you won’t ask me to do something awful?”

“Like?”

“I don’t know, like using me to fuck everyone you’ve lost money to in a poker game or…,” the look on his face is one of alarm but I keep going, “or passing me around to your friends that you owe something to.”

“Who the hell have you been hanging around, Kitten?” He kind of already knows the answer to that question, doesn’t he? “Me and my friends don’t whore women out to pay our debts or offer pussy like it’s a fucking joint to be passed around.”

“I…read it in a book.” It was a good story too. The hero comes through and makes sure the heroine doesn't have to do anything bad. “You know what, never mind. I’ve been thinking and this was dumb and would never work.”

Blue eyes narrow on me making me feel like I’m being studied under a magnifying glass. It’s disconcerting.

“Why?”

Chapter Five

Levi

“Because the whole thing only works if I can make Zane jealous enough to dump April and in case you forgot, he dumped me. He wouldn’t want me back if he…” she pauses and her eyes flit to everything in the room except mine.

Yeah, I can imagine a couple of ways she could have ended her statement, but I don’t believe any of them, and by the time I’m done neither will she. There’s no way he never wanted her to start with, no way he finds her disgusting now, and not a snowball's chance in hell that he would pass up a chance to be with her one last time.

“He’s not going to care that I’m dating his sworn enemy is all I’m saying.”

“He’ll care, kitten.”

I’m damned sure of that.

“No,” she shakes her head, “you can’t be for sure…”

“I can. I know the man and I know the particular breed of douchebag we’re talking about. Trust me, he believes you would never move on from him or have the nuts to go for someone you knew he hates. He’s the type of guy who goes over to his ex’s house, fucks them, and then goes back to his current chick and never even thinks he did anything wrong. It’ll kill him that I’ve been all up in where he thinks he belongs.”

My words cause a small gasp to fall out of her, “Are you always so…crude?”

“Yeah, pretty much. I don’t really see a reason to hold anything back. It makes life easier in the long run.”

“You would get along with my friend, Sophie.”

“That’s not the one fucking your ex, is it?”

“No. That’s April.”

“Ah.” The way she growls out the name is probably not supposed to be sexy but…it is.

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