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That electric feeling sparks through the air again as I draw closer to Joshua, our bodies pressing close together.
“This fake marriage is nothing but a mistake.” I force the words out even though they feel wrong. “I should’ve told you to get bent when you proposed it.”
He reaches up, his fingers trailing along my jaw, sparks igniting everywhere he touches. “Then why are you still standing here?”
“I don’t know.” I look up at him.
What I do know is that even if I want to, leaving is not possible.
Not anymore.
Chapter Eighteen
JOSHUA
If I break the window,Skyla is going to kill me. I can see it now, broken glass on the ground and that damn butterfly knife in my neck.
It might be satisfying, but I don’t want to risk pissing her off that much when I don’t have the entire story yet.
I do place at least a little value on my own life.
And these fucking feelings she has me struggling with just mess everything up.
If only Andrew could find out what the fuck it is that she’s hiding, this would all be a lot easier.
I pull out the key she gave me this morning, inserting it into the lock and twisting.
The black door swings open, and I’m met with a place that looks like color and life exploded.
I forgot how filled with plants and jewel tones her house was.
Oddly, now that I know her better, it’s hard to picture her living here. It seems too over the top and dramatic for her.
It’s easier to picture her in a sleek and modern home, maybe with something like a saber-tooth tiger as a pet. Something just as feral as she is.
Rattling comes from the kitchen as I ease the door shut behind me, careful not to make a noise.
I slide the keys into my pocket before taking the gun out of my waistband and flicking off the safety.
I creep through the house, looking around the corners, not entirely sure who to expect in here.
Logan could be here, alone, or there could be members of the Rinaldo family lurking around and waiting for their chance to take out one of the Lyndes. It’s a coin toss, and it’s not like Skyla has a shortage of enemies right now.
A loud crash comes from the kitchen, my brother’s soft cursing following it.
I enter the room behind him, the gun still drawn.
He freezes as I press the mouth of the gun against his temple from behind.
“Whoever you are, you should know that I’m with the DEA. If you kill a cop, that’s not going to look good for you.” Logan’s voice wavers, his breathing coming in short little bursts as he clutches the bowl in his hands tighter. “I have money. I can get you whatever you want.”
“Once a coward, always a coward.” I press the gun closer to his temple, forcing him to crane his neck to the side. “What the fuck are you doing?”
His shoulders climb closer to his ears. “Why are you holding a gun to me?”
I jab him harder with the gun, not bothering to give him an answer.
Logan sighs. “Look, I was just coming here to see what evidence I could find. We thought that if we could get her sent to jail, you wouldn’t have to keep up this charade.”
