Page 49 of Sins or Secrets
“Don’t call me again, Riley. I don’t belong to you.Leave me alone.”
“You can wish,” he answers and the phone line goes dead.
My throat closes and my head spins as bile rises into my throat and churns my stomach.
Damn Riley.
Why the hell can’t he leave me alone?
I would have thought anybody in his shoes would be tiptoeing around me.I expected him to exercise extreme caution so I don’t destroy his ass, but he’s not doing that.
Instead, he’s threatening me, and if he knows about Logan and has eyes everywhere, then it means he has people watching me.Following me.
Footsteps crunch the grass behind me, andI turn meeting the worried expression on Bree's face.
“Are you okay Quinn?”
“No, son of a bitch. I wish he would leave me alone.”
“Is he harassing you?”
That’s something I can’t go into.“It’s okay. I’ll be okay. I just have to get throughthis.”
Ican’t let him get to me.
I just wish I wasn’t scared.
Logan
“So, what do you think you’ll do first?” Avery asks, tossing her long blond hair over her shoulder.“Buy a house and stop living in that piece of shit hovel you call a house.”
Dad gives her a withering stare while I chuckle.He can’t stand that my sister talks like me.At twenty-five though, I’m grateful she has enough balls to take care of herself.My sister can handle herself well when it comes to assholes who think they can give her a rough ride.In my book that’s my job done as her big brother.
“Avery, must you talk like that?” Dad huffs, pouring gravy all over his roast beef.
“Dad, please, you can’t deny that Logan lives in a hovel.He can’t even invite us for dinner.” She laughs, and she’s right.
We’ve been meeting at the family home every Sunday for dinner for as long as I can remember.It was one of the few traditions we kept up because Dad knew Mom would want us to do it.
Even though I was too young to remember her properly, I remember her face and I have a faded memory of us sitting around the table and her smiling at me with love in her eyes.So, it's times like these when I feel close to her, and strengthen the bond I have with Dad and Avery.Despite Avery's attempts to drive me crazy.
I glare at her. “I do not live in a hovel.I like my house small. It’s less to tidy and worked well for me when I was away.”
“Exactly. It was fine when you hardly lived there.If I got a million dollars I’d buy a lavish house with a pool and have servants and a driver who could take me to Neiman’s every day.”
Dad starts laughing. “Baby girl, with the way you love to shop I don’t think you’d make it to the house part.But I’m glad to see you thought about it.”
I smile at my father’s good natured manner.He’s so different from me. That good nature and his well-mannered presence skipped me entirely.People used to wonder how I could be his son.I was just more like my grandfather and Uncle Barry.
The only thing I got from Dad is his looks.I literally look like the cloned version of his younger self but with my mother’s eyes.
“I think Dad’s right,” I agree, spearing a tomato with my fork.
“Whatever, it’s just nice to be talking about money.You’ll both be pleased to hear that I have spoken to a realtor and I’ll be looking at houses next week.I’m going to use the money Aunt Lilly gave me to buy a nice house.I think she’d want me to do that.You know, get something sensible.”
“Well done,” I beam and when I start clapping, Avery throws her napkin at me.
“You are such an ass.”
