EllaAs I was driven home that day, after a day filled with confusion, raw emotions, and newfound allies, I felt utterly exhausted.But the day was far from over.I knew that Logan would likely be waiting for me when I arrived back at the mansion, and I was certain that the conversation we were bound to have would be
EllaAfter witnessing Logan’s reckless display at the racetrack, my heart was a tangled mess of worry and frustration. I wanted to pummel him for the danger he had put himself in, but I also wanted to hold him. I wanted to scream and cry at him, but I also wanted to kiss him.Now, standing there, watching him grip his hair in a mix of despair and defeat, I felt a wave of empathy wash over me. I hated seeing him like this; it was just a testament to the turmoil he was in. I couldn&r
EllaLogan and I sat on top of his car, looking out over the cityscape below. I leaned my head on his shoulder as the soft sound of music playing on the radio emanated through the open windows of the car, and let out a contented sigh.“So,” Logan said, twirling his finger around a stray fiber from the rip in the knee of my jeans, “you and me, taking down the mafia together, huh?”I let out a slight laugh. “Now that you put it that way, it feels like too high of a goal,” I said. “Maybe we should humble ourselves a bit.”Logan chuckled. “It’s okay to have high goals. Even if you never reach them, at least you put in your best effort.”“But how do we even begin?” I asked, looking up at him. “I mean, of course there’s Marina and Harry, but after that…”“After that,” Logan said thoughtfully, his gaze lifting to the sky, “I’ve got a few other names in mind. Some businesses that are running some pretty dangerous side dealings out the back, some people who need to be taken down.”“That list w
EllaDays had passed after Logan and I had confessed our feelings and had marked one another. My heart felt fuller than ever, but my mind was elsewhere.Ever since we had solidified our commitment to dismantling the mafia rather than chasing his family’s fortune any longer, a resolute air had taken over us. Our days grew longer, and our nights were endless as we prepared our plan.The first court date for Logan’s case was looming on the horizon, just one more week away. I had finished compiling Logan’s secret dossier, but Logan was still waiting for whatever plan he had concocted to come to fruition.Thankfully, though, there was no word from Marina. My sister was still safe, at least for now.But part of me wondered how long that safety would last.It was a Tuesday evening, and I was poring over the case documents on my laptop for what felt like the millionth time. Logan was hidden away in his study; I had taken over the living room for now. It still felt strange to be living under h
EllaAfter everything went dark, I found myself in a dream—no, a nightmare, as I quickly found out.I was in my old bedroom, back at my parents’ penthouse. The room was dark, with only the lights from the city shining through the window, casting a blue shaft of light across the room. I stepped into that shaft of light and tilted my face up at the sky. Everything was peaceful; it was as if I was a teenager again, enjoying my solitude.“Ella.”The sound of Moana’s voice caught my attention. I turned to see her standing behind me, half of her face shaded by the shadows. A soft smile touched my lips, and I held my arms out for her.“Mom.”But she didn’t come. She just stood there, staring at me, and that was when I saw it: her eyes, so filled with hatred, so filled with malice.“Mom?”“I never wanted you,” she hissed, motionless, her eyes glinting in the dark. “You always ruined everything. Always made it so difficult. Just like your real mother.”I furrowed my brow; this wasn’t like Moan
LoganIt was the night before the court date, and everything was ready to go. I had the file on Marina and Harry locked safely away in my filing cabinet to be carefully slipped into Ella’s briefcase. In the morning, we would finally see Marina and Harry face justice for their crimes.I never thought I would be saying this, but I no longer cared about my father’s money in the slightest. If he wanted to give it all to Harry, then fine; but my goals now laid in doing what was right, which was to finally, hopefully, begin to dismantle the mafia here in this city.I knew, of course, that it would be a long and arduous process to accomplish something so lofty. Maybe it was too big of an expectation to take the mafia down, but Marina and Harry were a good start. Maybe Ella and I would never even be able to fully accomplish it, but we could sure as hell try.“Her attitude rubbed off on you, didn’t it?” my wolf teased. He had been content ever since Ella and I had finally marked each other, an
EllaThe dimly lit garage was thick with the smell of rubber and gasoline, and my head pounded fiercely, an uncomfortable reminder of the drug that had subdued both me and my wolf. I was weak and useless here, and I felt powerless against the forces of evil that had taken control of me.But I wasn’t worried about myself; I was worried about my poor, sweet little sister. She didn’t deserve any pain or suffering. She had never been involved in any of this.Struggling against my restraints, I looked up at the figure that was finally emerging from the shadows—Jet, Logan’s car racing rival.“Jet?” I gasped, my voice full of disbelief as I took in his appearance: his bandana, his hat, and his oddly familiar eyes peering out at me from the shadows. “What are you doing here? Are you working for Marina?”Jet, just as stoic as ever, stood in front of me with a strange glint in his eyes. For a moment, I swore I could see something flicker through his gaze, but it was gone before I could put my f
Logan“I don’t know who they were, but they took her!”The news of Ella’s sudden disappearance hit me like a freight train, sending a rush of adrenaline and fear coursing through my veins. Without a moment’s hesitation, I quickly picked my phone back up, where Hartman was waiting.“Hartman, I gotta go.”“Is everything—”“I’ll explain later.”Without waiting for a response, I hung up the phone and jumped up from my chair. With Mrs. Wentworth in the lead, the two of us bolted through the house. My heart was pounding in my chest the entire time, hoping it was some kind of mistake. Even Mrs. Wentworth was moving at a speed that I had never seen her move before.“You’re sure she didn’t just step out?” I asked, hoping beyond all hope that that was the case. “Maybe she went for a walk, or—”“Logan, I swear I heard a commotion,” she said. “And by the time I got into the room and looked out the window, there was a car speeding down the road. Now, unless Miss Ella has a penchant for going on la