Page 38 of Revenge (Corrupt Empire 3)

“Yeah? Try telling that to your wife.”

Fuck him. He could go to fucking hell.

“This ain’t getting us nowhere.”

“No. Why the fuck did you call me? To tell me you know about my marriage to Avery? Big fucking deal. Unless you’re planning on telling Chuck, then I don’t give a shit.”

“It’s not me knowing you have to worry about.”

“Then who?”

Fuck. He was really driving me crazy. Avery wrapped her arms around my back, running her fingers down my spine. She always knew how to soothe me. My girl. My beautiful raven haired princess.

“Anyone can access marriage records.”

That didn’t mean anyone had the fucking inclination to do so unless they had a reason to.

“If you’re not going to give me a valid fucking reason why the fuck I’m still talking to you then I’m hanging up.”

I heard him sigh deeply. I wasn’t going to let him just talk my fucking ear off. He’d taken my fucking girl once and I didn’t trust him. Not one bit.

“Be cautious.”

“Thanks for the fucking warning I didn’t need.”

“Not the only reason I called.”

Of course it fucking wasn’t. Rick wouldn’t fucking break twenty eight years of fucking radio silence to tell me to be careful.

“Did your little darlin’ do what I asked her to?”

He didn’t deserve a fucking answer to that. He didn’t deserve anything from me, but I wanted to know who murdered my mother. I needed to know.

“Yes.”

“Good. You can tell her I’ll see both of you soon. It will be nice to meet my daughter in law in person.”

I almost fucking lost it. I didn’t want him anywhere near Avery ever again. She didn’t need his shit in her life. Neither of us did.

“Didn’t you get my fucking message?”

He laughed. Fucking laughed. Cunt.

“Oh, I heard. Bob was furious with you. I told him antagonising you was a bad idea. He has a habit of not listening to sound advice.”

“Then you know I won’t fucking tolerate you coming anywhere near her.”

Avery stiffened in my arm, raising her head off my chest, her doe eyes wide with fear.

“Your threats are meaningless, Aiden. If you kill me, you’ll never know who really murdered Lizzie.”

I dropped my arm from around Avery, clenching my fist and grinding my jaw. He was fucking pushing my buttons and he knew it. I wanted him dead. So fucking much. But he was fucking right. I also needed to know who killed my mother. Who took her life. Who slit her throat in front of me. It was the only thing I didn’t know and it fucking killed me.

“And what, you’re not going to fucking tell me unless she’s there?”

“Your little darlin’ is an important piece of the puzzle.”

What the actual fuck did that mean? He was talking in fucking riddles the worthless piece of shit.

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