I lay there in bed for the day, thinking about Logan and what I’m going to do.
12
Logan
As soon as I leave the room, I pause outside of the door and wait. I’m not sure what I’m waiting for, but I have a feeling I’ll find out soon.
Sure enough, I hear it. Almost as soon as I’m outside, my ear pressed against the door. It’s soft at first, just light panting, but quickly it turns into moans.
She’s getting herself off.
I knew she would. I can’t say how I knew, but there was something in her look that made me think she wouldn’t be able to help it. She turned around and instantly started touching herself, all because of me.
I stand there and listen, cock hard as fuck, but I don’t go in. I can’t barge in, not yet. I need to let this play out. If I break the spell I might risk losing her completely.
I’m so fucking hard it’s almost tough to stand. I want to break in there, take her, and get her away from this place. I hate that Riley has to go through this nightmare, but it’s for the greater good. I need to keep reminding myself.
As I stand there, I can hear her reaching her peak.
And she’s moaning my name.
I groan and have to restrain myself. I can’t listen anymore without kicking in that fucking door and ravishing her. I quickly walk away, taking deep breaths to calm myself.
I’m making serious progress. I suspect I’ll be able to open up to her some more in the next few days. I wish I could tell her everything, since that would make this whole thing so much easier on her, but I can’t. She’ll somehow give this up, and we’ll both get killed. In the end, this is the right thing to do for everyone.
As I head down the hallway, I hear someone call my name coming from behind me.
“Logan!” he says. I turn and spot Anton coming toward me, a big smile on his face. “Where are you going?” he asks.
“Breakfast,” I say.
“Come, eat with me.” He jerks his thumb in the other direction. “Come have drinks with me and my men.”
I pause, not wanting to, but I know I can’t turn this down. Right now, Anton is the boss, and I have to keep playing his little games.
“Sounds good,” I say, pretending to give a shit. I follow him back down the hall and around a corner until we end up in what looks like the nicest room in the whole place.
It’s fairly large, with comfortable couches and big televisions playing American sports. The men sitting around are all the upper ranked guys, some of the worst of the worst. I actually know a few of them from my briefings, and they’re all sick bastards. There’s a table with food piled on it and a bartender stands behind a small makeshift bar, making drinks for the guys. Everyone looks like they’re drinking and eating, mostly sitting around. There are a few girls lurking around the corners, sitting in guys’ laps, and mostly just hanging around. I know what they are, and so I avoid looking at them.
“Come on, get a drink,” Anton says. He leads me to the bar and orders himself a vodka.
“I’ll stick with coffee,” I say.
“Suit yourself.” He grins and leads me over to the food. We fill plates and sit down at a large bench facing the television. Anton introduces me to a few of the guys as we start eating.
“Are you enjoying yourself here?” he asks me.
“It’s going pretty good so far,” I say.
“I’m sure, but are you having fun?” He eyes me and I sense something behind his question.
I nod. “A bitch like that? Who wouldn’t have fun?”
He smiles at that. “Of course. There are some rumors though. About your methods.”
“What are they?”
“You’re soft on her. She has blankets, comforts. You brought her books.” He cocks his head at me. “We don’t treat our girls like that here.”
“How do you treat them?”
Anton grins at me then looks over at a girl standing next to a wall. “Cindy!” he shouts. She immediately walks over to him.
Cindy is short, about five foot three at most, with pale skin and blue eyes. Her long auburn hair falls around her shoulders in soft curls and she’s wearing a tiny tank top and short jean shorts.
“Kneel,” Anton says to her.
She kneels down in front of him, her eyes on the floor.
Anton grins at me. “See? We don’t give them comforts. That’s not what they are.” Anton looks back at Cindy. “What are you, girl?”
“I’m yours,” she says instantly.
“Of course you are. Bow down to me now and kiss my feet.” Anton winks at me, grinning the whole time.
She drops down instantly and kisses his feet. She stays down there next to his dirty shoes, not moving, eyes locked on the floor.