Page 118 of His Turn

Chapter Thirty-One - Bric

“You dick,” she screams. “You motherfucking dick!”

She flies across the room at me, her toe shoes clumping on the hard wood. Her fist hits me hard in the jaw. And I will admit, it fucking hurts.

But I only let her get one punch in. I grab her wrists and say, “Calm the fuck down.”

“Calm the—fuck you! Fuck you!” she screams as she fights my grip on her wrists. Flailing and out of control.

“Nadia!” Logan says. “I didn’t. It’s not what you think. I don’t know what the fuck you two are doing, but I didn’t do anything!”

Nadia looks at me. Confused. I almost laugh. But I figure that would not be in the spirit of things. I’m all about winning graciously. “He didn’t fuck you, Nadia. That was all me, honey. Come on. Give me a little credit.”

“What the hell is going on?” she yells.

I shrug. “You wanted to play, right? I warned you. I fucking warned you. And you practically begged me to do this.”

“To fuck with my head?”

“You’re the one who said it, remember? I like to mind-fuck people. Did you really think you could play this game with me and not get the full Bric treatment?”

She spins, looking at Logan. “What are you doing here?”

Logan looks… scared shitless. And you don’t need a degree in psychiatry to see it. So I figure I better save the guy. It’s the least I can do since his role in this whole charade just helped me win.

The paper I was holding fell to the floor during our scuffle, so I pick it up and hold it out to her. She snatches it from my hand, crumples it up, and tosses it over her shoulder. She knows what that paper says.

“I should’ve done a background check on you, Nadia. Would’ve explained so many things.”

She looks at Logan. Glares at him. “You told him?”

Logan just shakes his head and holds up his hands in surrender. “You need to know something, Nadia. That’s why I’m here. I just need to tell you something.”

“I don’t need to know shit,” she says, almost spitting out the words. “Get the fuck out of my house.” She screams it. “Both of you! Get the fuck out!”

“Well, I believe that’s my cue,” I say, brushing a piece of lint off my suit. “It’s been a pleasure, Miss Wolfe. Good game.”

I turn my back on them. I don’t know what the fuck they have going on, but I do not care. I read the police report Logan showed up with that day at the Club, and it does explain a lot. But I’m just not curious enough to figure the rest out.

She learned her lesson today.

I might’ve lost with Chella and Rochelle.

But I most certainly did not lose with Nadia.