EllaAs I sat there, bound to the chair in the dim, grimy garage, I kept pleading with Jet, desperately trying to reach whatever shred of humanity he might have left. Even though my face was streaked with tears and my voice was shaking, I kept sobbing, pleading, begging him to see reason.“Jet, you have to see logic here,” I said. “You don’t have to do what they’re telling you to do. You’re your own person; I know you don’t want this. I can see i
LoganThe race track loomed in front of me, a hulking mass of metal and concrete that felt more like a prison than a place of thrill. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought that I would wind up here, running from what felt like all of the cops in the city while simultaneously trying to hunt down the person that had stolen my mate. But, what was done was done.I slammed down on the brakes of my car, the tires screeching in protest as I skidded to a halt. My heart was pounding, every bea
EllaThe desert landscape stretched out in front of us, an endless expanse of sand and heat, as Jet, who I knew as Logan’s racing rival, drove the car at breakneck speeds into the darkness.My heart pounded against my ribcage, a frenzied rhythm of fear and confusion. I was trapped in a car with a man who I barely knew, who had just kidnapped me from one life-threatening situation only to thrust me into another.
Ella“Devon?”My eyes widened as I took in the person who sat in front of me. I couldn’t believe it; Jet, the car racing rival who also happened to be Marina’s hitman, was… the man who I had begun to see as a friend?“This can’t be real,” I said softly as I pulled away.
Logan“Uncuff him.”The officer’s words took both me and the others by surprise. I blinked, wondering if I had just heard correctly.“Sir?” one of the other officers said, shooting him a quizzical look. “Uncuff him?”
EllaThe sight of Logan’s car through the rear window made my heart sing. So he hadn’t wandered into the explosive-filled garage. He was alive, and he was coming for me.But the trouble was far from over.The desert landscape blurred past as Devon continued to speed recklessly through the darkness, his wor
LoganThe scene around us felt like something out of a movie—and a dark one, at that.Devon writhed on the ground, moaning in pain now that my rain of punches had ended. Logan pulled me close, his deep blue eyes filled with worry as he looked over me. In the distance, the blue and red flashing of police lights illuminated the dark desert.
EllaThe courtroom was silent when Logan and I were called up to the stand. It had been two weeks since the night that Logan was arrested; two weeks of paperwork, late nights spent in my office, of what-ifs and trying to track down Marina and Harry, who had dropped off the face of the earth and left no trace of their crimes.But not all was lost. I may not have been able to put them behind bars just yet, but I could keep Logan from that fate.