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“Did.”
“He.”
“Do.”
Devon pulled out into traffic and almost got rear-ended by a city bus.
“Pull over. I’m not riding in this death trap a second longer,” I snarled.
Devon totally ignored me and kept driving.
“He spray-painted whore on the window and door.” Logan tossed me a chocolate bar.
I threw it back at him. “And?”
His voice filled with rage, Devon spat, “They peed on your clothes, your bed and your television.”
I wanted to vomit.
“Your pictures and keepsakes weren’t touched,” Logan added, holding out the candy bar.
I took it from him. “His family helped him?”
“Yes. The security cameras caught them breaking in and vandalizing your stuff,” Devon answered. “It would have been worse, but Bertha, your crazy neighbor, had a double-barrel shotgun and she filled their backsides with buckshot.”
Logan laughed. “You should have seen the looks on their faces when Bertha’sguestsstarted shooting too.”
“I owe her big time.” Tearing the wrapper off the candy bar, I ate it slowly. Paybacks were a bitch. I smiled. With a little help from Grandpa, they would learn the true meaning ofhell on Earth.
Devon was staring at me in the rearview mirror. “What are you planning?”
“My revenge.”
Logan twisted around to look at me. “Oh, hell, no. You’re not going anywhere near them.”
I gave him my version of the Debbie Sunshine smile. “Sure. Whatever you say.”
“I’m calling Mom.” Logan pulled out his cellphone.
“Snitch.”
Chapter Six
Snoring woke me up. I opened my eyes and frowned. Gemma didn’t snore and she was in Hawaii with Dante.
I turned my head and bolted upright. Goldilocks wasn’t sleeping on Gemma’s bed, but Lucas was, and the bastard was wearing his itty-bitty swim trunks that showed off his package. It might be one hundred and eighteen today, but seriously, he needed to cover up like me. I was wearing one of Dad’s old T-shirts that hung past my knees. Was he wearing the swim trunks to provoke a reaction? Probably.
I’ve been in love with Lucas since I was thirteen, but when he’s sorta your big brother and treats you like an annoying kid sister, what do you do? I had gotten good at suppressing my feelings until the kiss. For a brief moment, I thought he loved me too, but he didn’t.
Ugh! I wasn’t sure what game he was playing, but he wasn’t going to treat me like one of his bimbos. I grabbed the pillow off my bed and whacked the living hell out of him. “Get out! Get out! Now!”
“Hey! Knock it off!” Lucas erupted to his feet, dodging my blows. “What’s got your panties in a wad?” He snatched the pillow away from me.
“You! And for God’s sake, put some clothes on.”
A spark of laughter in his eyes, Lucas yawned and stretched. “Like what you see?”
An ill-tempered growl broke from me. He was flexing to show off his perfect body. He had inherited his dad’s muscular build, six-pack abs and great ass. “I’ve seen better.”
