Page 58 of Restless
Milon’s words competed with the memory of Sharper’s sobbing.
“Hergrandchildren will be heirs to my fortune.”
Sharper truly believed he’d been in love with Logan. Now, he loathed that motherfucker and wished to slit his fucking throat.
“You’re a fine man, son.”
He’d dance in that motherfucker’s blood.
“Kind.”
Maybe, hacking Logan into pieces was better. More satisfying.
“Compassionate.”
Dry fucking every hole, then smothering him.
“Considerate.”
Throwing his body from a mountaintop.
“Gentle.”
Stomping his fucking head in and yanking his fucking teeth out of his filthy mouth.
“Loyal.”
Literally stabbing that motherfucker in the back as he’d figuratively done to Sharper.
Bloodlust warmed his body and sweat beaded his brow.
“He’s too overcome to speak, ladies and gentlemen,” Milon announced with another jovial laugh.
Sharper blinked, swallowed. The images of Logan’s broken and bloodied body melted away, and a set of keys came into focus.
“My congratulatory gift to you, son,” Milon said. “You’ve worked your ass off to provide a good life for my daughter and grandson.”
Greatly aided by his in-laws’ huge wedding gift consisting of separate bank accounts for Sharper and Vivian. He’d been able to buy a decent house and hire a housekeeper, driver, and nanny. Appearances meant everything.
“You’re moving up in the world and you need a place to reflect that,” Milon said.
Sharper lifted a brow at his wife.
“Daddy signed over the titles to the estate we showed you a few months ago,” Vivian said, her look as inscrutable as her tone.
She’d gotten good at hiding her feelings, although Sharper knew she hated him. Disgust gleamed in eyes once filled with love. That was why he used, abused, and humiliated her.
She wanted to leave, but no one knew the pictures he had of another woman licking her cat wasn’t consensual. She’d agreed because he’d had a gun to Luke’s little head. The fat slut liked her cunt eaten, so she’d lost herself in pleasure. If she walked, he’d leak those photos.
Milon held out a hand. “I’m so proud of you, boy.”
“Thank you, sir,” Sharper said with just the right amount of humility.
“I would ask you to say a few words—”
Sharper held up his hand, still holding Vivian tightly. “I couldn’t, sir. Not until it is the appropriate time.”
He pushed Logan’s death to the back of his mind. As soon as she delivered, he’d get rid of Vivian. He didn’t need her any longer. Her father had given him his own money and an estate that would become his solely upon her death.
