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“Logan,” he barks.
“I think I need help.”
There is a moment of silence, some rustling around, and then he clears his throat. He just called me earlier, and I hung up on him. But I think I’m finally in over my head with this. I can’t stay here. I just can’t do it.
A tear slides down my cheek, and I let out a heavy sigh. “I’m in trouble,” I whisper. “Please don’t berate me right now.”
“Where are you?”
I could tell him, but maybe it would be easier if I just came to him because while my brother has been living with the dregs of society for a decade, he’s still a federal agent, still particular, and he would have something to say about this place.
“I’ll come to you,” I say.
He doesn’t say anything immediately, then he clears his throat.
“I’ll text you the address, but I have to tell you, shit is a little hairy here right now. It’s not the best idea for you to come back here.” I don’t tell him that it’s an even worse idea for me to be here, but he doesn’t give me a chance to either. Instead, he keeps talking. “This about Doug?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I murmur. “It is.” I hate the way he calls himDoug.
At one time, when I was with Douglas, they were friends. I hated it. Logan left and was undercover for a long time, missing the worst of the relationship, but he still refers to him as if he’s speaking of his old buddy.
“Figured as much. Fucking hell, Reese. What the fuck?”
This is why I don’t call Logan. When he’s not doing his undercover drug deal shit, he’s telling me all about how I messed everything up by marrying and leaving Douglas all those years ago. I get tired of listening to how I’m a horrible person because I fell in love with that man.
I don’t remind Logan of the fact that they were friends, very good friends. It’s as if he’s blocked that part out and placed all the blame on me. When I was so young that I didn’t know what red flags to look for.
I was groomed, and as my older brother, who was going through federal agent training, maybe he should have been aware of what was happening.
AGONY
“So what’s going to happen is that you’re going to go to them, do whatever they want to appease them. We’ve already had our people say there are no charges that could stick. Diaz is feeling very confident right now.”
“And let me guess?” Duke grunts. “You’ve got someone who can be a dealer if that’s what they ask us for.”
Stoker chuckles. “You know that we do. All of Logan’s shit will be transferred to the new guy. Nobody will know who he is, not even the people who help him out. So, if any of you fuck this up, it’s on you and nobody else.”
I watch as Logan takes his phone out of his pocket, frowning, then answers it. Not even a second later, he’s moving away and has a private conversation. I watch him from the corner of my eye as Stoker continues laying out rules and shit, most of which I ignore... except when he tells Legacy that he wants him to get a group of us to do runs.
“Runs?” I ask.
I tear my attention away from Logan, who seems to be in a deep conversation with someone, and I don’t know why, but I have a feeling it’s his sister, and I’m seconds away from tearing the phone from his grasp.
“Runs. Whatever those look like, and the exact cargo is undecided,” Stoker mutters. “We need you, and we can guarantee you’ll be safe. You’ll be protected.”
Legacy clears his throat. “And we’ll be compensated,” he announces.
“How about compensation is for the good of the country?” Stoker asks.
Legacy lets out a bark of laughter. “Nice try,” he states.
Stoker takes a step forward, extending his hand. He waits for Legacy to shake it, but I know my president and a handshake is as good as a contract, so he’s not going to do that until he’s certain of what is going to happen.
“You’ll be compensated.”
“Well?” Legacy asks, still refusing to shake his hand.
I almost laugh because Stoker’s hand is still hanging in mid-fucking-air. Pressing my lips together, I tilt my head slightly to the right and wait to hear what he’s going to offer us. I really want to buy another building downtown, so the more money, the better.
