Craving The Wrong Brother (Sloane and Knox) novel Chapter 205

Chapter 205

I reach into the nightstand for the taser I’d brought up earlier. I click it on, letting the blue light crackle in my hand for a second before switching it off and holding it at my side. It’s not like I’ll need it-probably. But I love knowing I have it.

As I descend the staircase, I hear their laughter, faint but grating, echoing through the front door. I take my time, each step deliberate, almost regal, like I’m finally walking into a role I was always meant to play. The queen of this godforsaken castle, here to set things straight.

I swing open the door, and for a moment, there’s a stunned silence. Ryan and Emily are standing there, both frozen as they take me in. Ryan’s gaze travels slowly over me, lingering far too long, while Emily just gawks, blinking, her jaw slack.

“Well, well,” Ryan says, recovering. “You’re back.”

I smile, a slow, icy grin. “Of course, I’m back. Kindly take my presence in front of you as an eviction notice. The both of you are no longer allowed in this house.”

Ryan chuckles, arching an eyebrow, clearly amused. But Emily? Her face flushes deep red, and she steps forward, almost indignant. “I beg your pardon?”

“You heard me,” I say, keeping my voice cool, calm. “Everything you own that I couldn’t burn today is neatly piled beside the grill machine. I suggest you pick it up if it’s still important to you. As for this house, I don’t think I could make it any clearer -you’re no longer welcome here.”

“You can’t do that! Ryan, tell her she can’t do that!” Emily says.

“Oh, I can,” I say, shifting slightly, just enough to show her the taser. She glances at it and hesitates, but she’s too stubborn to back down. She takes a step, then another, daring to push past me.

But before I know it, I’m shoving her, harder than I realized I could. Emily stumbles backward, tripping over her own ridiculous heels, and goes sprawling onto the porch with a yelp, her hair flying and her face twisting with rage. She lets out a scream, her hands clutching her stomach, and then the tears come, big crocodile ones that only fuel my satisfaction.

Ryan immediately drops down beside her, his face filled with concern as he pats her shoulder. “Emily, are you alright?”

Emily scowls at him. “No, I am not alright! Get your bitch of a wife out of this house right now. Can’t you see she tried to kill my baby, our baby?”

Ryan sighs. “I’ll handle it, Em. Just calm down.”

“Handle it,” she spits, pointing a manicured finger at me. “She’s a beast. She’s a witch.”

“I said, I’ll handle it.”

I laugh then, unable to hold it back, and the sound seems to snap something in both of them. Ryan turns back to me, his jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing, that familiar fire in his gaze. “Julie, enough of this. Let’s talk about this inside.”

“Inside? Oh, that’s precious. Did you miss the part where I told you this isn’t your house anymore?”

“Julie,” he says, his voice dipping low, trying to calm me, soothe me, like he’s always done, like I’m just some silly, hysterical woman. “Just calm down. Let’s talk about this.”

I let my finger hover over the taser button. “I don’t have anything to say to you.”

“You know whatever you’re doing here is illegal, right?”

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