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Logan Kade(98)

By:Tijan


My brother. The ex-boyfriend. His words started to sink in, but my heart was still pounding. My job wasn’t done. Taylor. I shoved out of his arms and whipped around.

“She’s safe.” He turned me so I could see her, huddled inside the bowling alley. “We were coming back for you when we saw it go down. She’s inside. She’s safe.”

I felt myself nodding, but then I was running. “Taylor!” I yelled, my feet swallowing the space between us.

She saw me coming and tore away from whoever was patting her arm. Someone stopped her at the door, but I tore through it, knocking people down. I was there. She was there, and she was in my arms.

I lifted her, my arms around her, and carried her away. I didn’t know where I was going, but I kept going until there was no one else.

Once we were alone, a door closed behind us, and I looked at her, holding her face. “Holy shit.” I breathed as I kissed her. I needed to know she was okay. Or I needed to reassure myself that I was okay. I didn’t know which one—both, and so much more. I loved this woman. Holy shit, I loved her with everything in me.

She responded to my kiss, climbing against me, and I lifted her again. Her legs wound around my waist, and I pressed her into a wall. I pulled back just enough to double-check she was all there. She smiled up at me, her face flushed and her eyes beaming. So bright. So alive. I touched the side of her face. “I love you.”

I saw her love swim to the surface then, too. She nodded. “I love you, too.”

I rested my forehead to hers. “You’re okay?”

“I’m okay.”
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She looked down and lifted one of my hands to inspect my knuckles, which were bloody and raw. “Are you okay?”

My hands would be sore in an hour. It was worth it. I tucked her hair behind her ear and cupped her face again. “If you’d—” I struggled to say the words. I didn’t even want to think them. I gulped for breath. “Fuck, Taylor. If you’d—if he had—”

“He didn’t. He got Eric—” She choked up. “Eric—”

She pulled back, starting for the door.

I couldn’t let her go. The guy saved her, and I’d thank him later, but for now, I just needed her. “Taylor.”

She looked up and saw my torment. Her face softened. She held both sides of my face and pressed her forehead to mine again. She said softly, “I’m okay. I’m okay.”

She kept repeating those two words over and over again. I nodded, my head moving against hers. I knew she was telling me she was safe, but I needed to hear it again. I needed to hear it all the way through the night, the next day, the next week, and even the next month or two. I almost lost the woman I loved. Never again.

Never fucking again.

I breathed out once more. “I love you. I don’t care if you don’t want to be with me. I fucking love you, Taylor.”

“No.” She laughed, her hands holding my face. “No, Logan. I love you, too. I was coming to find you. I was going to plead, if I had to.”

“You don’t have to. I was going to do the same thing.” I wouldn’t get enough. I already knew this. If I had her for a year, I’d thirst for a second, then a third. I stopped, wrapped my arms tight around her, and just held her to me. I breathed her in.





LARGE AND IN CHARGE

LOGAN

The elevators pinged my arrival, and the doors opened for me. My dad’s office was large and in charge, just how he was. Two water fountains lined the side of the long hallway. My dad’s receptionist’s desk was at the end and she was behind it, staring at me. I knew the layout was set up that way to impress colleagues, business associates, and whoever else of my dad’s power. He was fucking James Kade. He owned and operated a shit ton of businesses, but this was me. I’d been there when he brought woman after woman into the house, and that must’ve been years after sleeping with them in his office or at hotels. I’d been there when Mason asked him to come to a little league game and he no-showed. I was there my when mom screamed at him, threatening divorce, and he merely walked out of the room like he hadn’t heard a word. I was there...in that damned empty mansion. Long after my mom left. Long after Mason would go and drink with Nate. Long after my dad was hardly even a roommate. So no, walking down this extensive hallway and seeing some stick-thin woman at the end, sitting there in her tight shirt, the buttons threatening to burst at the seams, a black lacy strap peeking out from one side of her shirt, none of this impressed me.

It only pissed me off, and the fact that I didn’t want to be here when all I wanted to be with was Taylor.