Page 144 of Brutal Revenge

Smirking, I toss the bloody and bruised torso into the wood chipper before snagging the bloodstained tarp from the ground to toss in with it.

“Don’t wanna burn that?” Nico asks, reminding me that he’s here, helping me clean up my mess.

I quirk my lips. “Nah. I can’t be fucked taking it to the crematorium. I’m tired.”

While I’m being honest, I’ll admit I also killed the worker because the thought of him going home and stroking his schlong tomy wife’s moans was more than I could bear.

“You? Tired?” Nico snorts. “More like different.”

I stiffen. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He lifts his bloodstained hands in the air. “No offense. I’m liking the changes. Though you’re a little softer than I thought you’d be once Cupid finally caught you.”

I issue him a menacing look. “I amnotsoft.”

“Bullshit. You’re as soft as a marshmallow… for her.”

He should thank God for his last two words, because they’re theonlyreason he’s still breathing.

He’s right. I am fucking gone for Azra.

Won’t let him know that, though.

“Tell that tohisfamily when they’re still searching for those decades after I bury them.” I nudge my head to the glass jar housing the seasonal picker’s teeth.

“I don’t know,” Nico murmurs. “I probably would have sent them atooth each year just to keep him in their thoughts. He seemed pretty unmemorable.”

I grunt, nodding. Watching Azra and me fuck wasn’t his only crime, but since I’d rather my wife believe his death was solely to maintain her modesty, I’ll keep the details to myself.

Nico props his ass on the wheelbarrow that carted the body to its dumping ground. “You’ve got me wondering if I should try it.”

“Try what?”

“You know… feelings.” I erupt in laughter when he whispers, “Might have to tape Alora to a tree, though. I don’t see her staying willingly.”

“You’re not giving yourself enough credit.”

He scoffs. “Please. I know exactly how much she loves my dick and for exactly how fucking long. I just don’t trust her not to saw it off when I fall asleep from sexual exhaustion.”

“And that’s scary because…?”

When he stares as if I’m a freak, I nod, agreeing with him before giving him some of the honesty he’s given me over the years.

“I’ve seen the way she looks at you when she thinks you’re not looking. She was about ready to murder half our wedding guests. Women don’t act like that unless they’re tits over cunt in love.” If only I had remembered that before believing Azra’s claims that our time together was an act. She peeled the blonde off me at the gala with the viciousness of a bear.

Nico freezes. “You think?”

“I don’t think. I know.”

He twists away, ears turning red. “Hmm.”

“You’re welcome, fuckface.”

“What the fuck am I thanking you for?” he asks, brow cocked. “We all know your best advice comes from reruns ofThe Jerry Springer Show. I shouldnotbe listening to you.”

We’re still laughing when screeching tires cut through the orchard. A black SUV skids to a stop halfway down the row, dust exploding around it. The driver’s side door flies open, and Dantestumbles out.

He usually impenetrable composure has been left for dust.