I’m breathing heavily, able to form the one word I’ve been dying to speak. The name I’ve been trying to get out. “Logan,” I whisper, allowing myself to melt into him.
“Hello, dove. I was wondering when you’d notice.”
I let out an embarrassing cry because it’s like someone scooped up and threw away all the mess and chaos. “Logan.” Another sob escapes while he continues to hold me before my body can fall to the ground. “You came for me.”
“My Sora. I will always come for you.”
My heart leaps, but then it plummets, reminding me of why he shouldn’t be here. “Logan…” I turn in his firm embrace enough to see him. “It’s not safe for you. Jason will never let us walk out of here.”
He spins me so we’re fully facing each other, a furious look washing over him as he scans my wounds. The light in his eyes turn dark and I’m afraid there’d be no stopping him. Reaching up, he slowly and carefully takes my face in his warm embrace. His touch always feels like home. “I’m afraid that’s where you’re wrong, dove. It’s not safe for your husband.”
Tears cascade down my cheeks, causing a burning sensation.
Logan dips down, so he’s parallel with me, then starts to softly rub the cut on my lip, parting my mouth. “Did he do all this?”
I soak in his touch. “Yes. But he had help. One of Jason’s colleagues was trying to get what he paid for.”
The darkness fully cascades over him like shadows. Eyes growing soulless.
“But I used the move you taught me, and he went down crying like a little bitch.”
Logan forms a smirk, bringing sanity back into his eyes. “That’s my girl.” He brings me to his chest, and I lay my head on it listening to his heartbeat. I know we can’t stay like this. But right now, it’s what I need, and Logan knows that somehow. He holds me. One arm wrapped tightly around my waist and the other embracing the back of my head, stroking a strand of fallen hair.
The door flings open and heavy footsteps grow nearby. “What the fuck is this?!” It’s the yell of an angry man who I just sucker punched in the face and kicked in the groin that catches our attention.
Dennis stands a disheveled mess, but his body is seeping into a violent rage.
Logan lets me go, stepping to block my body with his. He stands tall like a warrior getting ready for battle.
“I paid for that whore! Move out of my fucking way.” Dennis advances, but Logan holds strong with a twitch of his fist at his side.
At the perfect moment, Logan grabs Dennis’s arm, twists it behind his back and then slams him onto the banister, purposely releasing him. Dennis’s head creates a violent thud, and it makes my stomach lurch. But the satisfaction of his karma is enough to rectify it.
“Fuck!” Dennis spits blood and tries to lunge for Logan but terribly fails.
Logan catches his flying fist, then grabs him by the collar of his shirt. “I should end you. But if I go down, it won’t be for you.”
“What’s going on here?” Jason steps outside with a confused expression. Two men follow him, black suits, and raised guns in our direction.
“Your business partner was just leaving. Isn’t that right?” Logan threatens.
Dennis looks like a deer in headlights with his head a bloody mess.
“Put down yourguns! That’s my wife you’re pointing at,” Jason’s angry voice echoes through the night.
Now he cares what happens to me? Unlikely.
“Scared I’ll get shot and won’t be able to work for you anymore? Earn that precious dirty money.” I seethe with fury.
Jason’s eyes fill with fueled rage.
Logan drops Dennis to the hard ground and pained moans muffle into the cement. Logan then turns, facing my husband, and I can feel the blackness surrounding him. He wants to kill Jason for hurting me and that terrifies me. I won’t let him get hurt because of me.
I slowly place a hand on his arm, stepping beside him, and Jason's brow twitches in anger as he looks at my hand.
Logan places a soft kiss on my temple, earning another furious glare. “It’s okay, dove.” He stands to his full, towering height. The softness he showed me seconds ago changes to a hard stone as he stares down at Jason. “You no longer have the honor of calling Sora your wife. Me and you… we’re going to have a little chat.”
Jason’s security already lowered their weapons, but they stand firmly, making a step toward Logan.
