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.
EllaLogan and I walked out of the cemetery with a newfound resolve in our steps. Leonard’s ashes had been buried, right at the corner of the family plot—a plot which, in Logan’s words, had no more space for others. Leonard had been the last, and I think that was a good thing.We drove in silence to Leonard’s mansion after that. Everything in the will had been left to Marina and Harry, although they only took the money and valuables and ran. But given their sudden
LoganThe little ornate silver box that Ella held in her hands seemed oddly familiar, yet also somehow foreign at the same time. When she opened it, though, recognition slowly began to wash over me.Nights sitting on my mother’s lap at her vanity began to trickle back in. I remembered this little box; she had always kept her keepsakes in there, along with some makeup. Even now, all these years later, I could still recall watching as she would open the box before a night out.
EllaThe weeks following the funeral passed by in a blur. Logan and I settled into a new form of comfortable, whatever ‘comfortable’ even was anymore. I was still living in his mansion for the time being, although it was becoming more out of habit than necessity.After everything, I couldn’t sleep at night. Neither could he. We needed each other if we were going to stay sane.