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The rumble of my phone on my nightstand brought me back into the world of the living. It’d been almost a week since Logan had given me the laptop, and as the real world unblurred around me I realized that I’d just awoken from yet another one of the dreams I’d been having since that encounter.
I sat up, running my hand through my hair and shaking my head. Every damn night I’d dreamed about him, each one the same theme—he was in my room upset with me for one reason or another. Eventually, every time, we ended up in bed.
Though this latest dream was a little different. The spanking, thediscipline—that hadn’t been there before. I’d never been one to fantasize about such things, but there was something about Logan, something about imagining him taking control that turned me on like mad.
The phone. I pushed the dream out of my head as I remembered that a text had been what had woken me up.
Logan had given me a phone a few days ago. Like the laptop, it was Apple, top-of-the-line and limited in use. It allowed me to stay in touch with Logan, Marianne, and Pearl which meant that one of them had sent the text that’d woken me up.
My body still groggy, I reached over and grabbed the phone. Sure enough, there was a text from Logan.
Get up and get dressed. Marta is arriving at the dock in one hour.
The words on the screen filled me with such excitement that I didn’t even care that Logan was talking to me like he was my boss. I replied with a quick “OK!”before tossing my phone onto the bed and hurrying into the bathroom to shower.
With Marta there, I knew the place would feel a little more like home. I just had to deal with the matter of the man I couldn’t seem to get out of my head.
Chapter 14
Logan
“This is a bad idea,jefe.”
It was a beautiful day on the island. I, along with Roberto, Marianne, and Emily, was gathered on the dock watching the boat carrying our newest guest to the shore.
Roberto was right—bringing an unknown like this Marta woman to the island was a dumb idea. But there I was, going along with it.
“I understand,” I replied, my voice low enough that only Roberto could hear it. “And your caution has been noted and appreciated.”
“But you’re bringing her here anyway.”
“I’m bringing her here anyway.”
Roberto let out a small sigh, shaking his head as he rubbed the back of his neck.
“I’ll make sure we keep an eye on her,” he said. “I’ll immediately report to you if anything is out of the ordinary.”
“Excellent. Any news on the mystery boat?”
“Nothing so far. Scared off for now. But if they went through the trouble of bringing a boat all the way over here to spy on us, they’re almost certain to come back.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes on the vessel as it approached the harbor. Emily was beyond giddy, seeming on the verge of bursting with each foot closer the boat drew. Marianne was infected by her excitement, her hands clasped together by her face.
Roberto was tense, as if half-expecting a team of gun-wielding mercenaries to burst out of the boat and open fire. I understood how he felt. He and I had met a few days ago, Roberto having done what he could to poke into this Marta’s history.
He hadn’t found much at all. Marta Maria Perez was born in 1978 in Ciudad Netzahualcoyotl, located on the outskirts of Mexico City and one of the largest slums in the world. Her parents both died before she turned eighteen, and she had no brothers and sisters. How she’d ended up in the United States was hazy. Her records stopped when she was eighteen then started again when she was twenty and working for Charles Marone. She’d been in his employ ever since, and as far as Roberto could tell was totally loyal to him.
That was a problem. Total loyalty to Charles could very well mean that she would try to relay information back to him about what was going on with Emily. Another possibility was that Marta’strueloyalty was not to Charles, but to Emily. That’s what I was hoping for. Either way, Marta would have no way to contact Charles, I’d make sure of that.
The boat pulled up to the dock, the captain bringing it to a stop and hopping out to moor it. As he did, Marta emerged from below deck. She was short but solidly built, her hair dark, her face pleasant and friendly. My first thought was how much she reminded me of Pearl.
“There’s mychica!” Marta burst out of the boat and onto the dock, Emily letting out an excited squeal as she ran over to giveher a hug. They embraced, and I watched as Emily introduced Marianne.
So far, so good. No reason to suspect that Marta was anything other than a trusted friend and employee of Emily’s.
The captain brought out Marta’s bags, and I nodded to Roberto. He nodded back, knowing what needed to be done. Together, we approached the group.
“Logan,” Emily said, stepping aside for me to join them. “This is Marta Perez.”
