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“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.

Jason laughs. “My men will escort you out and I’ll be taking my wife back inside where she belongs.”

Logan smirks. “Yeah that won’t be happening. Take any trips to the Virgin Islands lately, Jason ?”

My husband’s face falters into a quick panic, his throat bobbing with a swallow. He then proceeds to adjust his tie. “I don’t know what you’re referring to but—”

“Ahh. I think you do.”

Jason’s left eye twitches, and then he snaps his fingers in the air. “Take that disgrace of a being inside.” Jason points to a moaning Dennis who for sure has a concussion, ordering his men to retreat, but they exchange looks without a step. “Did I fucking stutter? Go.”

They scurry along as we wait for them and Dennis to disappear inside. It now being only the three of us.

What is Logan talking about? It’s odd yet pleasing to see Jason look absolutely terrified.

“Are you threatening me?” He steps closer, Logan doing the same until both men are toe-to-toe.

My heart beats fast.

With Logan’s suit jacket stretching over his broad shoulders, he says, “Yes.” He takes out a small envelope from inside his suit pocket and hands it to Jason. “Keep them. I made copies.”

Jason turns pale in a panic I’ve never seen before. “Where did you get these? Who took them?!” My husband's face turns an angry shade of red.

“It seems you’ve been pretty unfaithful, Jason.

” Logan’s mouth twitches into a scowl. “I have hotel receipts, too. Now listen, having the same-sex partner shouldn’t matter because who gives a fuck, right?

But I’m assuming for a bunch of shitbags and your line of business, it’s severely frowned upon.

Worthy of demotion . If you catch my drift.

Oh, I also have documents proving your money laundering.

And…” Logan towers over Jason in a menacing form.

For once, Jason is speechless. Worry still marring his ghost like face.

Logan picks a piece of lint off Jason’s stupidly expensive suit before gripping the neck’s material. “ Trafficking your wife .” The furious growl from Logan sends a chill down my spine. I stand, gripping the railing.

“So, here’s what you’re gonna to do. You are going to sign the divorce papers I brought. If you don't, I'll release all that information to the media, destroying you and your business. FBI don’t give a fuck what kind of money you have.”

Jason eyes me from over Logan’s menacing form and I go still. His look always did paralyze me and not in the same way Logan’s did.

“You don’t look at her. Not ever again. After you sign the papers, we’re going to walk out of here and you will never, and I mean never, see Sora again or I will kill you.”

Jason scoffs. “You’re all talk, boy. You don’t have it in you,” Jason tells him, a slight quiver in his voice.

Logan smirks. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. You have no idea the kind of man I used to be. I’m not him anymore, but for Sora, I’d gladly be.” Logan hands Jason a pen and paper on top of a manila envelope. “Sign the fucking papers.”

Jason swallows and with a trembling hand, he signs his name on every line before Logan tucks the papers back into his suit pocket.

“I have men watching you. So, rethink about repeating any of this.”

Is it the truth? No clue. Either way, Jason practically shakes in his shiny thousand-dollar shoes.

Wait .

That’s it. He signed the papers, and after I sign, I’d no longer be his wife. I’m really going to be free of him. Logan took down the Devil, and he did it for me.

“Oh, and one more thing.” Logan draws back his arm, landing a violent blow to Jason’s face. Blood spewing from his nose.

His men come barreling out, but Jason holds up a firm hand, the other holding his broken nose. “Let them leave!”

They stop dead in their tracks, not continuing toward us.

Logan turns to face me, and I think he notices the shock, so he gently takes my face in his hands. “It’s okay. It’s over. Ready to go home, dove?”

I swallow, blink, and then bring my attention from a bloodied, soon to be ex-husband to the ocean eyes of Logan. He’s back. His gentle, kind form has returned, releasing the darkness that once enveloped him.

“Yes. A thousand times, yes. Take me home,” I say.

Logan wraps a protective arm around my waist, tucking me to his side as we walk out of there. No one stops us and we stop for no one.

Except… Audrey watches us from the doorway leading to the kitchen.

“Wait.” I lay a hand on Logan’s arm, then release him to walk toward Audrey. “Come with us. We can keep you safe.”

She smiles, scanning the area. “To be honest, this is my home. It’s all I’ve known.”

“But it’s too dangerous for you here. To be involved with all this is too risky.”

She shakes her head. “I’ve made it this long. I’m happy you are free, miss Sora.” And with that, she turns, leaving me to see her for the last time.

I hope she’ll be okay.

I return to Logan, and he guides us through the crowd of guests, no one daring to glance our way.

We come to stand in front of a black Corvette with tinted windows.

“Yours?” I question with wide eyes.

“I borrowed it from a friend. Had to look the part.”

“Nice touch.”

Logan studies me, burning me alive with his stare.

Both his hands grip my hips as he jerks me forward into his body.

Then he presses us back into the car, my spine smashed against the ultra-fancy car.

There’s no room to breathe with his hard body against mine like this. It’s like a barricade of muscles.

I grab his suit jacket, fisting it in with my hands and peer up at him. “We really should get out of here,” I whisper, but my body is screaming for him.

“We should, but not before I do this.” He brings me closer, crushing his lips to mine, and he kisses me like he’s never kissed me before. I can feel his hardness pressing into me and I moan while his tongue dances with mine.

Logan’s hands are all over me, and I arch my back into him. He goes for the bare skin that’s visible from the high slit in my dress and squeezes my cheeks in his palms.

“I need you so badly,” I whine with burning pain.

“I’m taking you. As soon as we’re home. You’re all mine, Sora. Every single part of you.”

A couple walk out and that’s our cue. Logan opens the passenger door for me without breaking eye contact and then makes his way to the driver’s side.

I can’t believe I’m just able to leave. To walk away like nothing ever happened.

He holds my hand almost the entire way home. It’s a long, brutal drive and I just want to be with Logan. We can finally be together without any strings attached.

“Have I told you how incredibly hot you look in that suit?”

He smirks. “Have I told you how absolutely breathtaking you look in that fucking dress? Too bad it’s coming off and you’ll never be wearing it again.”

Don’t need to argue with that.

Logan drives us home, the hours adding to the distance of the place I’ll never have to know again. I watch the trees blur by, closing my eyes.

As we finally pull into the driveway, my pulse jumps.