For the past few minutes, I’ve been playing with Lia’s fingers in my lap and drowning out Damien’s monologue. But at those last words, she whips her hand away and I sit up straight, feeling like I’ve been electrocuted. “Oh, yeah? That’s your big plan, Damien? Are you fucking kidding me? Teasing me with heaven, and then—”
“Oh my fucking god,” he cuts in. “Anyone ever tell you, Lia, that your boyfriend is an insufferable little drama queen?”
Lia crosses her arms, regarding him with such dislike that I’m actually tempted to defend him. Even though that’s the last thing I want to do right now.
“You really think I went through all that shit just to give you a few weeks with your girl, Logan? Don’t you trust me?”
“I do,” I lash out. “I have no fucking clue why, but I do. And yet, so does the don, apparently. Want to tell me what that means?”
“It means I’m a very trustworthy person, I guess,” he smirks.
“Fuck, Damien.” I clench my fists, overcome by a new urge to punch him. “Just stop talking in riddles, okay? You’ve got the don trusting you so much—for whatever reason—that you can convince him to let me bring his daughter-in-law to some unknown location, and hand her back when he wants me to. Meanwhile,I’msupposed to trust you to know that you’ll convince the don later on to let me keep her and—”
“Hold on. I didn’t say that.”
Lia tenses once more beside me, while I sit back against the seat, feeling deflated.
“The don would never let you justkeephis daughter-in-law, Logan. Are you nuts?”
I stare at him in confusion. “So what exactlyisthe big plan?”
“Well, maybe if you stopped thinking for one second with your dick, you would’ve figured it out.”
“Okay.” I take a deep breath, trying to calm down. “You told me I was supposed to bring Lia to a house in Wyoming,” I recall. “On a private plane. Somehow the don accepted this because of some mysterious thing you did for him when you were fifteen. Meanwhile, Carmelo is pissed but just gonna have to sit tight until you guys have figured out who’s behind the mutiny, and at that point, theoretically, they’ll make me give Lia back. You know I would never accept that. So what exactly is the plan, Damien? What is the motherfucking plan?”
He lets out a low laugh. “That’s just it, Logan.”
“What’sjust it?” I growl in exasperation. “What’sthe fucking plan?
“Well, believe it or not,” he chuckles, “I don’t have one.”
29
Logan
It’s surprisingly easy to push aside my anxiety once we’ve reached the small house in Wyoming. The place itself is nothing more than a stuffy log cabin with three bedrooms. And yet, all around us are green prairies and vast mountain ranges.
But most importantly, Lia is here, and she’s mine. She sits down on the bed, timidly looking up to me.
“I’ve seen you look a whole lot of things in my life,” I say, standing above her and tilting up her face. “But I don’t think I’ve ever seen you lookingshy.”
At once she frowns. “I’mnotshy. I’m just…” Her features ease. “I’m just wondering what’s going to happen next.”
“Hmm.” I look into her glittering green eyes, thinking of everything that could happen. The possibilities feel endless. “Whatever happens is going to involve you without your clothes, getting on your hands and knees.”
“Logan!” She pouts. “That’snotwhat I meant. Anyway…” She lowers her voice. “Dolores is here, and I don’t want her to hear that. Plus, I’d like to keep an eye on her. She’s with Aurora, and I barely know her, so…”
I cut off her words with a palm to her mouth. “For a captive,you sure have a lot to say, don’t you, brat? Take your clothes off, or I’ll do it for you. On your hands and knees.Now.”
Grumblingly, she does as I say, looking like she wants to bite my head off. But there’s no doubt about it, when I see her wet pussy: she wants it.
“Did you say something?” I chuckle, catching a glimpse of her mouth move silently in the reflection of the mirror hanging above the bed.
“I said,” she huffs out, “Asshole.”
“Mhm hmm.” I rub a hand over her ass, which is very much bruised from the spanking in the diner. She whimpers, and I know she expects another spanking. Maybe she even wants one.
Yes, she definitely does, I realize, as she arches into my hands.
