Sinfully Devoted by Amber Torney
Chapter Twenty One – Logan
I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. The shit he spewed couldn’t possibly be true. There was no fucking way. Not after the shit that went down when I’d confronted them over the whole rape cover-up. Surely, they would have been smart enough to come clean with everything, because if it was then, my fucked up psychopathic cousin had just relieved me of the guilt I had felt when I turned my back on my parents.
“You’re a fucking liar,” I yelled at him through gritted teeth. Kyle needed to stop running his mouth before he said something there was no coming back from. Stryker already had a reason to go after my parents, especially my father, and this fucker was handing them over gift-wrapped in a bow like it was Christmas. “There is no way what you’re saying has any truth to it.”
As messed up as it all was, I hadn’t been prepared to hear all the sordid details. I had to tamp down my feelings, as there was so much more to the damn story. And until I got everything I needed to know out in the open, there wouldn’t be any blood spilt. If there was a single fucking thread of truth to what he was saying, then my Tiny Dancer would be deciding the fates of more than just my cousin.
“It was genius, really,” the fucker continued, like he didn’t have a care in the world. “Daddy dearest’s pockets ran deep. You should know, Logan, you’re part of the same family, and it’s helped you out of trouble a time or two. My father paid hospital officials to say I had died.
After that, he and Uncle Max paid off the police, and everyone else involved judges, jurors, the lot, to help frame and then convict Kitten’s daddy. It was the first big move in my little game of chess.”
“What fucking game? It’s Phee’s life you’re messing with.” The more I heard, the harder I had to fight the urge to kill him. But I knew, for Phee’s sake, I needed to wait. My Tiny Dancer deserved to know.
“Don’t you get it, Lo?” It was like an arrow through my heart as he used the nickname she had given me years earlier, another reminder of how I’d fucked up. And he sat there like he had won the lottery, despite being the one chained and caged like the animal he was. “You, my dear cousin, were only ever a piece on the game board, both of you were. Only you were the rook, while she is my queen.”
Just as quickly as the words left his mouth, Stryker landed a boot into his side. He was murderous as he spat in Kyle’s face. “You must be stupid; I fucking told you already she isn’t your anything.”
Kyle’s maniacal laugh rang out around the room between coughing fits. “You’re all fools if you think none of this was fucking planned.”
“What does that even mean?” The more he answered, the more questions I had. And the more that was discovered, the deeper my parents' betrayal ran.
“You must think I’m stupid, Logan,” Kyle sneered as he gasped for air. His last statement landed him more punishment from Stryker’s fists. “I’m not telling you anything else, not until I see my Kitten.”