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“Let’s go.” He allows me to go first, watching his back as the door closes behind him. We enter what seems to be the presidential lounge. My goodness, the gowns on these women. Pearls, diamonds—“Holy smokes, is that—?” He tugs me along, and we pop out another door leading down a long hallway, then another, until we’re in a parking garage.
“Where’s Vincent?” Logan asks, sounding bored.
“He should be here with the rest of the crew. Let me call him.” The guy walks a few feet away while Logan turns to me, pushing me backwards until my back hits the side of a parked car. His hands find my hips, pulling me into him. His head dips low, his lips at my ear. His voice is soft but threatening. “Tonight, you impersonated a woman who was invited here to be silenced. Do you know what that means?”
My body is spellbound by his touch. “Turn down the volume?”
He grinds into me. Big gun. Big, big gun.
“It means, these men right here want to get rid of her. She’s a loudmouth problem going around exposing my boss’s business. And tonight, they’re going to put an end to her. But for some reason, you show up instead. Now, if they think you’re her, you’re as good as dead. So, unless you want your brains splattered all over, play along. Got me?”
My mouth falls open. There’s no way they’ll take this dress back with brain splatter all over it. The sound of heavy boots hitting the cement grabs our attention. Logan suddenly captures my mouth, and I freeze, too shocked to understand what’s happening. His tongue plunges in, his mint taste wrapping around me, and strangely, I find myself kissing him back. My heart beats heavily inside my chest as my hands work up his chest, holding on to his shirt for strength. I’m still trying to process his words when someone clears their throat behind us.
As quickly as he was on me, he releases me. Our eyes meet, and the silent message is clear. If you want to live past tonight, do exactly as I say.
“About time. Thought I was going to have to rip you two off the dancefloor. Enjoying wasting my time?” The man who appears—Vincent, I assume—is much older, his silver hair perfectly in place. His pristine, tailored suit says he’s important, along with the diamond watch sparkling around his wrist.
Logan steps forward. “Sorry, boss. Had a misunderstanding with my girl. Told her to meet me after, and she fucking showed up.” Logan looks down at me angrily. His fingers grip my chin hard. “Told you to fuckin’ listen to me—not to fuck with me when I got work to do.” I cower, and he finally releases me. I want to smack him for putting his hands on me, but his eyes tell me don’t you dare.
The older man, his boss, begins to laugh. I’m mad, unsure what’s so funny about hurting a girl. “Girl, huh? Wasn’t aware you had a girlfriend, Justice.” He eyes me with curiosity. Eliminating the space between us, he assesses. “Tell me, who is this little gem of yours?”
Logan opens his mouth, but I stick my hand out before he can talk. “Hi. Atticus—well, just Addy. Logan likes to tell me how it’s going to be, but let’s be honest, I’m the boss. Women always are.” I turn to Logan. “And I said I wanted to meet some celebrities. Now, get your work done so you can treat me to dinner and dancing. I swear I saw Kim Kardashian earlier.”
Logan’s eyes blaze with anger. His boss’s laughter sets off an uneasiness in my stomach. Crap on a stick. Maybe I should have kept quiet.
“My goodness, where did you find this spitfire?” The man steps closer, taking a piece of my hair between his fingers. “Such a mouth.” He drops my hair, placing his thumb on my lower lip. “I bet you can do great things with this mouth.” He chuckles, low and devious.
Logan pulls me into him. “Sure does. Enjoys a good punishment too. My girl doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut.” Before Logan can show any sort of retaliation toward me, something catches the man’s eye. His hand whips forward, snatching my wrist in his grip.
“Ouch,” I yip out, as he twists my wrist upward, staring down at the faint stamp.
“Why does she have the stamp?” Uh oh. He squeezes even harder, causing me to wince. “Why the fuck—?”
Logan steps forward. “I got her clearance.” His voice loses a bit of toughness. “Didn’t think it was a big deal. She was supposed to show up at the end of the—”
His boss drops my wrist, raises his fist, and plows it into Logan’s face. I scream as his head snaps back. “Don’t ever take my business into your own hands. I make the rules. You fucking follow!” He lifts his hand for another strike but stops midair. “Hello? I didn’t hear that. What did you say?”
