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Logan Prince seems to mull that over for a moment.
“And yourself, of course.”
“Yes.”
“Is that it?”
It should be. Fuck, it really should be.
“Hannah Gaines.”
“The redhead.”
So he has noticed her.
“She’s not a part of this, either.”
Logan sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees. I can see the plan weave its way through his mind as if it’s second nature for him. As if we’re all just NPC’s and he’s the controller of the game.
Good. It’s what my family needs. Someone who won’t get tangled up in emotions and shit that could make this plan go south. They need an out. Logan Princeistheir out.
“So, you’re telling me, not only is your stepfather in on this, but also the governor? What about the other daughter?”
“She’s as much a part of it as Parker is. Maybe more.”
“How can you be sure?”
“You’ll get all that as soon as I get a document stating my family and Hannah will be safe.”
“Expect it in your mailbox this week.”
“Then you can expect an envelope with all these details after that.”
Logan watches me for a moment, studying me. It’s a classic FBI move. They try to get in your head. Make you tell them shit because they make you uncomfortable.
“So that’s Hannah Gaines, Monica Parker, Bailey Carpenter, Savannah Carpenter, and . . .”
“Mila.”
Christian steps out of the shadows, blue eyes grim in the dim lighting provided by the lowered wall sconces.
“Ah, yes, the more the merrier,” Logan says bitterly.
“Christian has an in for you, but we can’t be sure how soon.”
“And does Christian know what we’re up against?”
“I’ve been guarding the Carpenter girls for years. Marcus Parker is a cockroach and the world needs to be rid of him,” Christan says, as matter-of-fact as if he were talking about the Sunday paper. “You’ll see to it, it’s done, correct?”
Logan flashes a cocky grin.
“Oh, it’ll get done.”
Hannah
The Christmas charity gala is being held at one of the most prestigious hotels in LA and tonight, it seems everyone, including their brother, came out to support the cause.
The cause being . . . I don’t know, but it beats sitting around in Missy’s angry cloud of hate all night.
