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Logan

T he Corvette roars, tearing down the streets and rounds each bend and curve with an unnatural speed.

I shift gears, my knuckles turning white as I grip both the steering wheel and gear shift.

My body is running on pure boiling rage, and I still have hours before I get to her.

Who the fuck knows what can happen in that amount of time.

Spencer rings in on the Bluetooth.

“You better have good news,” I say into the speaker.

“Something like that.”

Fuck.

I press my uncomfortable dress shoe harder to the gas.

“Ah. She purrs like a dream.” Spencer hums with a deep echo on the line.

Christ, I don’t have time for this. “Spencer.” I grind my teeth in frustration.

“Two things, according to my eyes in the sky.” He had drones flying over Jason’s mansion.

Spencer knows a guy who also knows a guy.

Whatever, all I care about is getting the details to get Sora out of there.

“One, you already know about the fancy dinner party going on tonight, hence your formal attire, courtesy of me. Which, you better not be going commando in my suit, man.”

My jaw moves, ready to throw my fist into the screen.

“Two, tapping into the database wasn’t easy but your name is now Pierre St. James. And you own a million-dollar shoeshine company.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means, my man, you are on the guest list.”

“Which is good. Got it.”

“Well, it’s only good if you show up before this Pierre guy. If not, you’re obviously fucked.”

I close my eyes in dramatics, switching gears. The woods blur by as I keep my foot steady on the gas petal. At least Spencer mapping out the back roads is helping me get there faster and for the most part, unseen.

“Hey. Look. I’m sorry I can’t be there, but you know the rules. If I get caught helping you in any way, I might as well pull the trigger myself.”

Spencer and Crew are the only good guys in the club.

The MC is ruthless and won’t hesitate to put a bullet between their eyes for doing something unconventional outside the club.

Their President is a snake. There’s a reason that life is behind me.

Though, the thought has crossed my mind on just how easy it was for me to walk away.

Too easy. But fuck it, I can’t be worrying about that. Sora is my priority.

“I know that. Thanks, man.”

“Thanks for saving my ass.”

I nod as if he could see me. “So, I’m just supposed to walk up to the door give them this name and walk inside?”

“Exactly. But hey, the hosts checking the guest lists are usually clueless. I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

“Right.”

“Just stay clear of the man of the hour before you find her and you should be fine. Get in. Get your girl. Get the fuck out.”

“Walking right out is supposed to be easy?”

“Listen, these old shitheads don’t play around when it comes to outdated fucked-up laws within their world.

You got enough intel on this prick to put him permanently underground.

No way this guy is going to risk getting popped for pussy he doesn’t even want.

” Spencer makes a disgusted sound then proceeds, “I love my men just as much as I love my women, brother. Anyway, I’m pretty sure you got this. ”

With quick contemplation on his strategy, I realize it’s the only one I got.

It’s this or nothing. I check my rearview mirror with a raised brow and then back to the road.

I was getting Sora out of there one way or another.

I’ve taken many lives before, leaving that behind, but goddamn I’d kill in a heartbeat for her. Leave no one breathing.

“All right. Thanks, man.”

“No problem. And hey, Logan.”

“Yeah?”

“Try to bring her back in one piece. The car, I mean.”

I scoff in small laughter as he hangs up.

Bastard.