Page 97 of Cruel Revenge

His arm drops from the back of the couch as he shakes his head.

“No? Aw…” The sweetness of my voice disappears. “Then tell me what I want to know, and I’ll make your death as quick as I can. It’s that simple.”

“Grady Granville.”

“Thank you.” I stand and put the gun to his temple, pulling the trigger.

The body goes limp against the couch.

Kalani sighs and tosses his gun into his lap. “I’ll call the cleaners to come deal with this mess.”

Joshua walksinto the office while the cleaners are taking the body out. “I told you not to kill him until I got here. Do you ever fucking listen?”

“Not often.”

He rolls his eyes and looks at the bloodied couch. “Who was he working for?”

“You get one guess.”

The color drains from his face as he looks between me and the couch. “The Granvilles.”

“Grady, specifically, but yes. Your future father-in-law is now trying to have me killed.” I cross my arms over my chest, trying to hold the irritation at bay so I don’t lash out at him.

I’ve been so good at not killing Joshua when he pisses me off. Sure, it’s crossed my mind, but I’ve never acted on it. I don’t know if I even could.

He’s not like my normal victims—beyond the pissing me off part.

I like having him around. He quiets the voices in the back of my mind that want me to do horrible things to people.

The cleaners come back in the room, grabbing the couch and heading out the door.

I take a deep breath, moving away from the stench of the bleach they used to clean the floors. “I told you I was getting tired of this, Joshua, and I mean it. If I have to end this myself, then that’s what I’m going to do, but it’s not going to be pretty.”

“You need to get yourself together. You can’t just go and kill him.”

I stare at him, mouth dropping open before snapping shut. “You’ve got to be kidding. You’re going to stand here and say that I can’t do that when your importer just tried to have me killed?”

“Look, I’m going to handle this.”

“How? Because I’ve seen your version of handling things, and I can’t say I’m impressed so far. Right now, if it weren’t for Kalani, I would be dead.”

Andrew strides into the room, a look passing between him and Joshua. “Trouble incoming.”

I throw my hands up in the air, pacing away from the two of them. As I glance out the windows, the cleaners’ black van pulls away, the catering logo bright and cheery on the side.

Nobody in their right mind would think that there’s a crime scene in that van.

And that’s when Logan’s car pulls into the parking lot.

“Trouble’s a fucking understatement.” I haul open the fridge and get out an energy drink, cracking the top and pouring some back.

I’m going to need all the caffeine I can get if I have to deal with Logan this early in the morning.

Joshua steps to the side while Andrew leans against the wall in the empty space where the couch used to sit, scrolling through his phone.

Andrew turns the phone to me, a couch on the screen. “This one is going to be more comfortable for your clients. The old one was atrocious.”

Logan walks in the door as Andrew is speaking. His gaze cuts to me, and there’s a smug smile on his face.

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