“Fine. And? He’s dead now. Sure, let’s weed out the little fucker, but it’s hardly a pressing matter.”
“It may not be the most urgent matter,” says Logan steadily, “but it’s definitely pressing. Angel is—”
“Angel is a sad little group of losers that’ll never amount to a thing, and they’re down a member anyway.”
“Well, so are we,” snaps Logan. “And I think you should listen instead of interrupting every two seconds.”
I fold my arms and turn a stony face to him.
“They’re not half as weak as you seem to think they are. You’ve been… well, otherwise occupied these past six months, but they’ve been rising in power surprisingly fast. They’ve made allies of some very important people. People that we used to be able to count on. There seems to be a general consensus that Devil is on the way out, and Angel is on the up-and-up.”
“Bullshit.”
“Bullshit or not, that’s the public perception. There was just a four-page spread on them in Forbes. Can you believe it? That’s a national magazine. What we need to do right now is find our rat, before shit hits the fan.”
“Okay,” I agree. “So do it.”
Logan hums in exasperation, but nods his head. “We’re on it. And now, there’s one last thing.”
“Yeah?” I grunt, doing my best to quell my own rising frustration. This meeting is turning into a marathon, and I need to get back to my pet.
Now that I’ve found the solution to her legal troubles, I’m back to thinking about her, or more precisely, what I was doing to her before being called away to deal with all this shit.
Should’ve left her tied up, I think, suppressing a little smirk.
But I obeyed her request, just this once. We both remember far too well what happened the last time I left her handcuffed to a bed.
Doesn’t mean I’m going to get into the habit of listening to her, though.
“I would rather speak to you alone about this,” says Logan in a low voice. “It’s kind of private.”
“Just spit it out.”
He sighs. “Fine. I’ve been going back and forth about telling you for a long time. I know how happy you’ve been these past months, and I tried to convince myself that it would be best to just turn the page. But it doesn’t sit right, keeping a secret from you. And the longer I wait, the more I struggle with the heaviness of it. We’ve never kept secrets from each other before, and I really want to come clean, but I’m worried you might not understand the… the circumstances.”
Well, here goes. I suddenly remember the weird way he was acting earlier this year. I don’t want to hear about it right now, while my cock is aching to get back to my pet, but I guess my curiosity is mildly piqued. “Yeah?”
“So,” he begins, clearing his throat, “back when you asked me to check on her that very first time, well, I did check on her. But maybe not in the way you intended.”
I lift an eyebrow in confusion. What the hell is he talking about?
“The truth is, I… I brought her to Oakdale River, and threw her in.”
“What?!” cries Everest.
I lean in and stare at him. “I’m going to need some more details,” I say, my voice low and steady.
He blanches, and I know he can tell from my tone that I’m furious. But he speaks again, his voice loud but shaky. “I was very worried. I thought she was guilty, and I was scared about how obsessed you were. I felt the whole situation was endangering Devil.”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses. I want to know what happened.”
“The… the cameras weren’t down because of a technical issue. I turned them off. And so, I brought her to Oakdale River, pushed her out of the boat, and I… I… I asked her about the nanochip while she was struggling in the water,” stammers Logan. “She was struggling because… because she couldn’t swim. She clearly had no clue what I was talking about, but then I guess I still wanted to punish her because of you, because I thought you were spiraling…”
“I wasn’t spiraling,” I hiss.
“Right. Right.” Logan wipes at his brow. “I made her walk home.”
“From Oakdale River?” gasps Everest. “That’s more than two hours!”
