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“No,” Logan cuts in.
I glare at Logan. How am I going to get the story if I don’t go undercover? I need Vincent to let me in. This is the only way for me to learn his business and expose the drug trade happening right under our city’s nose. And looking at all this intel, something tells me there’s more than just drugs going in and out of those harbors. “Babe, I’m more than capable of helping out.”
“No, you’re not,” he snaps.
“Yes, I am.”
“NO—”
“Logan, enough. Let the young lady speak for herself. If she thinks she has it in her to tough out this world, let her. She seems to know what she wants. Reminds me of myself when I was her age.”
I want to tell Logan if he grinds his jaw any harder, he’s going to crack teeth, but I’m too busy smiling at my victory. I’m in. Soon, I’ll present the biggest story Celebrity Dirt has ever published and the world will be eating out of the palms of my hand. That, or I get busted and fed to a meat grinder.
“Now that that’s settled, I need you to secure the harbor.” Looks like the fun’s over. Vincent is back to business. “I need you to make sure these shipments stay off the radar. They are not to be flagged by any border patrol along the way. I’ve already secured immigration check points all the way through the Gulf of Mexico.”
Logan picks up the papers, further inspecting the information. “What about whoever handles the ports on the US side? That’s not gonna be easy. The Calumet Harbor is used mainly by the US Army—”
“I’ve already taken care of that. See? I’ve done half of your job for you.”
Logan accepts the jab and moves on. “Got it. Anything else I need to know? We dealing new product?”
“That’s none of your concern. Get the site secured.” He flicks his fingers, and Logan stands. I assume the meeting is over and stand as well. “Pleasure seeing you again, Addy. Let’s not be strangers.”
I smile and reach out to shake his hand. He covers mine with his and leans forward, pressing a kiss to the top. Shocked, I pull back. “Yeah, same. See ya, partner,” I joke. Logan snatches my arm and pulls me away at the sound of Vincent’s boisterous laugh.
Logan drags me out of the restaurant. When we step outside, I attempt to tug my arm out of his grip, only to lose my balance and trip forward. I thrust my hands out, ready to eat the pavement, when he grabs me and pushes me up against the car. “What the fuck was that?” he growls in my face.
“What was what? I was helping you. Did you want me to say I was happily employed at a tabloid magazine?”
Anger seeps from his pores. His breath is hot as he hisses in my face. “I wanted you to be fucking quiet. Not offer your goddamn services. What do you think you’re doing getting involved? You still think you’re gonna stick around, get all the juice, and live to write about it?”
Maybe.
Possibly.
Kind of sort of.
“Well, think again, baby girl. That ain’t happenin’. Cut this shit out right the fuck now.”
My own anger blossoms. I didn’t ask to get brought into this, but now that I am, I’m seeing this through. “No.”
“No?”
“Yeah, no. I’m involved now. I’m sticking this out—”
“Involved? Are you fuckin’ shittin’ me? Do you think you’re being slick? Huh, Nancy Drew?” He shoves his hand into the pocket of my jeans and pulls out my phone.
“Hey, give that back!”
He stops the app from recording and shoves it in his pocket. “I swear, I’ll get rid of you myself if—”
The door to the restaurant pops opens. Logan is quick, slamming his mouth over mine. His tongue slides between the barrier of my lips. It’s rough and hot—and, even though he catches me off guard, I’m one hundred percent on board. My arms wrap around him as he deepens our kiss, and I rake my nails down his back until I’ve cupped his tight butt cheeks, and just for fun, spank him.
“Get a fucking room, Justice. Anywhere but on my fucking car.” Logan nips at my bottom lip as he pulls away. He doesn’t look at me but pushes off the car and orders me to get in.
Clearly, he’s less affected by our kiss, because unlike him, my legs wobble. When I turn to open the door, I stumble off the curb. “Fine. I’m fine,” I state to anyone who’s watching as I climb into the car.
The ride back is just as uneventful. No one speaks, and you can cut the tension with a knife. I’m thankful when we pull up to my building. I climb out, ready to run like hell to my apartment and lock the door. I’m not so lucky because Logan gets out and follows me in.
