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The moment the doors shut behind us and the car pulls out of the driveway, I turn to Kaz. “What did you find?”

Kaz exhales. “We got him. Barely.”

My eyes snap to his. “Is he hurt?”

Kaz shrugs. “I had to rough him up a little bit. He was acting stubborn, and I don’t have the fucking time to coddle. If we’d delayed even five more minutes, he would’ve been dead. Whoever placed that bounty knew what they were doing. We found him hiding in some back-alley motel. Paranoid. Disoriented. He’s lucky we got to him first.”

I sigh and lean back against the seat. Relief is quick but fleeting. I’ve been trying to track Logan ever since I let him go after the wedding. Fool kept running. He thought I was still after him—didn’t know I was trying to keep him alive.

So I sent Kaz.

Kaz never misses. He’s a predator.

Kaz glances sideways at me. “Why the hell are you going this far for him anyway?”

I stare out the window for a second before answering.

“For Jennie,” I say simply.

And that’s the only reason I need.

We reach the holding facility—one of the safehouses I rarely use unless things get messy. Tonight qualifies. The air inside is still, heavy with tension. Zalar unlocks the inner door, and the three of us walk into the living space where Logan’s being kept.

He’s pacing like a caged animal.

The moment he sees me, he charges.

“You son of a bitch!” he snarls, his voice echoing in the small room. “Does my sister even know you married her for nothing? That you’re holding me captive again, you bastard?”

He’s in my face now, eyes wild. Fury rolling off him in waves.

I don’t flinch.

Instead, I close the gap between us, calm and deliberate, until there’s barely an inch between our noses.

“I’ll say this only once,” I growl, my voice low and lethal. “If you talk to me that way again, I’ll make sure you die for real this time. Don’t make me explain it to Jennie after the fact.”

His jaw tightens. I see the hesitation flicker in his eyes—somewhere between survival and blind rage.

I don’t care which one wins.

“You think you’re doing her a favor,” Logan hisses. “But she’s trapped. She hates you.”

“I’m waiting for you to back away from me before you regret it.”

My patience is already stretched thin, and only the thought of Jennie is keeping this fucker alive.

Logan’s still seething, his chest rising and falling like he’s one wrong word away from lunging again. I don’t move. I just stare him down, quiet, calm, dangerous.

Zalar steps forward, his jaw tight, and pulls out his gun.

“Boss,” he says, eyes locked on Logan like he’s already pulled the trigger. “Give me the word. He’s out of line. I’ll put this bastard down right now.”

Logan doesn’t even flinch at the threat, which tells me everything I need to know—he’s reckless, but not stupid.

I shake my head once, slow, deliberate, without breaking my gaze from Logan. My voice is even. Cold.

“Don’t worry. Let him make his decision.”