She sighs and nods.
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The elevator doors open onto Logan, and I grunt in frustration. So much for trying to get away unnoticed.
He chortles when he takes in the damp spot spreading at my crotch.
“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Fuck off.”
He takes a deep breath. “Listen, Damien. You’re acting like a fucking tool. Get it together, man.”
“I mean it, Logan. Fuck off.”
He takes a second breath, this one even deeper. “You’re forcing me into a shitty position. You know I’ll never let you fall. But I’ve had to take matters into my own hands, and… maybe I shouldn’t have, but…”
I ignore his words. I don’t even know what he means, and I don’t care to find out.
I’m happy for the first time in my life. I have a little captive waiting for me, a girl who needs me just as much as I need her, a glutton for punishment. And I’ve got more plans for her up my sleeve.
Even though I know of the threats enshrouding Devil, I can’t bring myself to care just now. It all pales in comparison to my obsession. My violet-eyed girl.
The elevator dings, and the doors open onto Vale.
Bloody hell. This really is my lucky day.
His eyes take in my little incident with a gloating stare, but then he looks up at me soberly.
“We have a problem.”
Of course we do. Great. Just great.
“The Feds took Lucy.”
Well, that did it. Successfully wiped away all thoughts of my pet. I’m laser-focused again.
“Do we know why?”
“For questioning. That’s the official explanation. For questioning involving the Cole murders.”
I exchange a panicky glance with Logan. I can almost see the Devil empire falling apart before us in slow-motion. They’ve officially connected us with the Cole murders. We’re doomed.
“We need to get moving,” I say crisply. “Logan, you’ll stay here and man the ship. The rest of us need to work our connections.”
We reach the eleventh floor, where Everest and Igor are already waiting for us. I walk hurriedly down the hallway, briefing them.
“I’ll fly to D.C. Everest, you go to L.A. Vale, New York with me.” I grit my teeth, but the truth is, Vale will be most useful to me. He knows so many people. “Line up those power brunches. Talk to politicians. Get us a wall of protection. The only thing that can save us are our connections. Igor,” I add, glancing back at the brutish guy whose breath I can feel on the back of my neck, “whatever evidence you can find… destroy it.”
“Got it, boss,” he grunts.
Then I remember the dinner plans. Her violet eyes flash before me, sad, disappointed. A pang of guilt tempers my resolve.
Turning to Logan, I mutter, “Walk with me. I have a favor to ask of you.”
He nods, a little confused.
He follows me to my office, and so does Vincent. I snap my fingers at my assistant. “Get my car. And pack a bag. Quickly.”
