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“Then he went and had Gia with her, too.”
“Yup.” Zoe kisses my collarbone before laying back down beside me. “We came from a fucked-up life, and to be honest, I don’t think that I would change it for anything.”
“What do you want going forward?”
“A family. The real kind.” Zoe sighs. “Somewhere that feels like it’s finally where I belong and not where I’m just going through the motions and being a puppet for someone else.”
Sounds a lot like what I want.
And in that moment, I know the lengths I would go to for her. To make her feel like part of the family.
I would bring the sky down for her. I would move heaven and hell.
But there’s a little voice in the back of my mind saying that I shouldn’t. Especially when she looks at me with those big eyes, a slow smile spreading across her face, the hint of something more in her eyes.
Zoe’s fingers still on my torso. “You know something?”
“What?”
“In a couple of days, I’m going to give you a birthday present that you’re never going to forget.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
ZOE
It’sa shame that Bella’s losing so much blood before Logan gets here. I was hoping he would witness the life draining out of his wife’s eyes, but she’s going to be dead long before then.
Bella gags as she looks down at the blood pouring from her thigh. “Why are you doing this to me?”
“Well, we could call it a way to win Skyla over.” I sit down on the white couch, not caring about the blood on my fingers that soaks into the cushions. “Though, if she wanted you dead for stealing Logan from her, I’m sure you would’ve been dead already.”
She holds her hands tighter to her wound, the color draining from her face.
She looks torn between ripping the knife out or leaving it in. “You have a problem with Logan, not me.”
“Your husband has been nothing but a problem, but he’s not going to be one for much longer.” I wipe my hands on one of the cushions, inspecting the dried blood beneath my nails. “I would leave the knife in if I were you.”
She grits her teeth. “Going to die either way. May as well make it quick.”
“And ruin my fun? That’s mean, don’t you think?”
“Fuck you.”
I stride over to her, crouching down and holding the knife in place. “Tell you what, since you insist on raining on my parade, I am going for a little walk. You’re going to stay here like a good little lamb and bleed out. And then the real fun is going to begin.”
I rip the knife from her thigh, and she screams.
That’s her fault. Besides, I can still have some fun if she’s dead.
As I leave the house, heading back to the car I stole, I hum, wiping the knife on my black jeans. It’s dark enough out to prevent anyone from looking out their window and seeing the crazy woman walking around with a knife. And thanks to my new freedom given a few days ago, I don’t have to worry about being followed.
Everything is going to plan.
And yet, there’s still a little guilt in the back of my mind. A sick feeling that has my stomach tossing and turning.
It’s fine. He’s going to like his present.
I sit in the car parked down the street, watching for Logan. It’s only going to be another hour or so before he’s home. An hour or so until he walks into the house and sees his dead wife there.
