Page 87 of His Good Girl
“I want him dead,” she spits out. “But you…maybe I can make him hurt first.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” I stammer.
“You mean something to him, or he wouldn’t have told you to run.” She squints at me, coming closer. “You his daughter or something?”
Balking at the insult, I choke out, “Eww. No, I’m his girlfriend.”
She snorts with amusement. “Oh, really? Do yourself a favor, girlie, and forget that label. Logan doesn’t do relationships.”
“He does with me,” I state slowly, the feeling of jealousy rising, about to bubble out. Containing it because it makes me want to claw her eyes out with my bare hands, I bite the inside of my lip, telling myself not to do anything foolish.
“Oh, you are so deluded. Is that what he’s spun you?” Her mock sad face angers me. She has no idea what she’s talking about.
“Probably deflowered you, did he? You look young enough,” she scoffs. “Guess he decided to switch to the less experienced.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Why is she doing this? Why is she trying to hurt me?
“Take it from me,Serena, Logan Carter is a user. He will fuck you and leave you and then come back and kill you if you show any signs of power. I’ve realized he wants his women weak. It’s why he wouldn’t help Shelley and me.”
“Who is Shelley?” I ask with trepidation.
Her dark eyes laser through mine with a fury that makes me take a step back. “My twin that he killed.”
“What?” My stomach coils into a knot. Twins?
She raises her eyebrow at me, smugness written all over her cruel face.
“We fucked him so hard,” she purrs. “All night long, we took turns with him. He’d fill my pussy with cum and then take Shelley and do the same to her, over and over…”
“Lies,” I hiss, but with a victorious smile. I know she’s lying. Logan told me he always wore a condom until he had sex with me. Even knowing he wouldn’t lie to me about it, I know it’s true in the way he groans about how good I feel wetting his cock, how warm and juicy, and how attracted he is to see his cum dripping out of me. “You’ve never felt his cock inside you, not the way I have.”
My implication hits home, and she hisses, coming closer. My confidence fails me, and I step back again, further away from Logan. But I’ve remembered something. I do need to get upstairs because I saw a gun in Logan’s closet the other day, in the panic room. If I could just get to it, even when I have no idea how to use it, it will help even the score, and maybe I can get it to Logan before she shoots me. Backing up until I see the bottom stair in my peripheral vision, I clench my fists and gather every ounce of courage I have left in me to try to save the man I love. I have to do everything I can, or I’ve failed him.
Launching myself up the stairs, knowing she is going to follow me, I’m not wrong. Taking them two at a time, she roars and chases me, catching me at the top.
“I didn’t come here to kill you, but I will,” she snarls, grabbing my braid tightly.
“Leave her alone, Shelley!” Logan thunders, appearing at the bottom of the stairs.
“Kelly,” she snaps, turning to him.
“Huh?” he asks, a puzzled expression on his face that I would find funny if I weren’t hovering on the edge of the staircase in the grip of a mad woman.
“I’m Kelly. The woman you killed was Shelley.”
“Ooh,” he drawls. “Twins. That makes more sense than you coming back from the dead.”
“You killed her, you fucking prick. Sliced her throat like she meant nothing to you!”
“She didn’t,” Logan says, rubbing his head, unconcerned about the gun pointing in his face. “She was somewhere to stick my cock.”
“We!” she screeches. “We were! You couldn’t even tell the fucking difference, could you?”
His face pales before he scoffs. “Both of you. You played that lame game. Seriously?”
“Always. You have no idea the depth of this cover, but you’ve ruined it. You killed her, leaving me all alone, so now I’m going to kill this little blonde plaything you seem to have an attachment to.”
“She’s innocent in all this,” Logan says, stepping onto the bottom stair.
