He looks up when I walk in, and his smile drops. “I’ll call you back,” he says into the phone and hangs up.
“We need to talk.” I close the door behind me.
“If this is about Samantha?—”
“It’s about you disrespecting this family.” I keep my voice level and controlled. “You’ve been here barely three days, Logan, and you’re already fucking your assistant in the room you share with your girlfriend.”
He has the audacity to roll his eyes. “It’s not that serious.”
“Not that serious. You brought a woman to my home for the holidays. That means something. Or it should.”
“It doesn’t mean anything.” He shoves his phone in his pocket. “Sam and I aren’t serious. We never were.”
“Then why bring her here?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. She wanted to come. It’s Christmas.”
Unbelievable. He really is this thoughtless.
“Your brothers would never behave this way,” I say, and immediately regret it.
Logan’s face goes hard. “Of course. Everything comes back to Donovan and Kai, doesn’t it? They’re so perfect. So responsible. Never mind that you’re all fucking creeps.”
“Excuse me?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” He stands up, getting in my face like he actually has the balls to challenge me. “You and Donovan and Kai, sharing women like it’s normal. That’s sick, Dad. That’s disgusting.”
“What we do is between consenting adults who understand exactly what they’re getting into,” I say coldly. “There’s no lying.No sneaking around. Everyone involved knows the arrangement and agrees to it.”
“Right, because that makes it less fucked up.”
“What you’re doing is lying to a woman you brought into my home,” I continue. “You’re humiliating her in front of my staff, in front of your brothers, in front of me. That’s the difference.”
“I wouldn’t have to deal with being compared to them constantly if you just accepted that I’m not like you,” Logan shoots back. “I’m never going to be the son you want.”
“I wouldn’t compare you if you showed an ounce of responsibility.”
“Responsibility?” He laughs, sharp and mean. “That’s rich coming from you. You, Donovan, and Kai share women like it’s normal. Running a criminal empire while pretending to be an honest businessman. You want to lecture me about?—”
“Choose your next words carefully,” I warn him.
But he doesn’t. He never does.
“Mom would be so proud of the family business you built,” Logan says, his voice dripping with venom. “Oh wait—she killed herself because she couldn’t stand what you’d become.”
My fist moves fast and catches him square in the jaw, sending him stumbling backward into the desk. His hand flies to his face, blood trickling from his lip where it split against his teeth.
“You don’t talk about your mother,” I say, my voice deadly quiet. “Ever.”
Logan straightens, working his jaw. His eyes are blazing with anger and satisfaction, like he wanted this reaction.
“I’m leaving,” he says. “I’m done with this family. First thing tomorrow morning, I’m gone with Chelsea.”
“Good.” I flex my hand, knuckles already swelling. “Get the fuck out of my sight.”
He grabs his duffel bag from the closet and starts throwing clothes into it. “You want Samantha? Keep her. Clearly, you care more about her than I do.”
“Clearly,” I agree.
