Page 108 of My Destiny
“I feel responsible.”
“Don’t,” she says, closing her eyes.
“Sleep,” I say, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. I know it won’t come easy for me tonight because I’m too wound up. I tried to call my aunt the moment I got off the phone with Jill, but she didn’t pick up. I bet she only had the balls to come here last night because she knew I wasn’t home. She may have been able to intimidate me when I was a child, but that shit doesn’t work on me anymore.
“Open up,” I yell between heavy knocks on the door. I bang on it once more, and a few seconds pass before she finally opens it.
“Logan,” my aunt says, placing her hand on her chest.
“Give me the key to my apartment.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Give me the key.”
“But…”
“Give me the fucking key.”
Her eyes widen in shock. Although I’ve never liked her, I’ve always been respectful to her. It was how I was raised. But in this moment, I could easily throttle her. “I won’t ask you again.”
“Fine,” she says, squaring her shoulders. Turning, she storms down the hallway. “Here.” She slams it into my hand when she returns, and I have to restrain myself from reacting. It wasn’t her key anyway; I gave it to John.
“If you ever talk to, call, harass, or even so much as look at Brooke again, so help me, your life won’t be worth living.”
I hear her gasp as I turn around and walk back toward the limousine. She’s lucky I’m a gentleman. No man should ever raise a hand to a woman, even bitches like her. I’m a big believer in what goes around comes around, and I have a feeling her karma is on its way.
I don’t even make it to my office before I get a call from my father. “What the hell just happened with Kathleen?”
“I just went around there to get my key back,” I reply.
“She was in tears when she called. She said you attacked her.” I roll my eyes.
“Well, she’s a fucking liar. I did no such thing. I bet she left out the part about going to my apartment last night, and not only threatening Brooke, but slapping her face.”
“She what?”
“Exactly.” My aunt is a professional at playing the victim; she’s done it her entire life. She has my father wrapped around her little finger. “Open your eyes, Dad. Your sister is a nasty piece of work.”
“Look—”
“No, you look.” I blow out a long breath, trying to compose myself before continuing. “What’s going on between Kathleen and John has nothing to do with Brooke.”
“Although I wholeheartedly disagree with what she did, Kathleen seems to think Brooke’s the reason John has asked for a divorce, and that you’re in on it too.”
“Bullshit. Do you honestly believe that? You know as well as I do that Kathleen is the sole reason John’s leaving. It’s been a long time coming. The way she treats him is disgraceful. In my opinion, he should’ve done this years ago.” Although my dad can be an arse at times, he’s never been disrespectful towards my mother, so he of all people should understand this. He’s seen his sister at her worst.
“She’s my sister.”
“Maybe, but this has nothing to do with you, me, or Brooke. It’s between Kathleen and John and we need to stay out of it. She made her bed, now she can lie in it.”
Ending the call, I dial my sister’s number. “Michelle, it’s me.”
“Hey, big brother, how are you? How’s Brooke.”
“News travels fast.”
“What news?”
