Chapter 2
“But Logan, what if Rachel gets so pissed she takes off with her baby? What’s gonna happen to ours?”
“You know I grew up in foster care, baby. Never had Rachel’s luck–having you look out for her since she was a kid, getting to carry your healthy baby. Jesus, I’m so fucking jealous of her!”
“You know what? Forget it. I can’t keep putting you through this shit. Maybe I should just take our baby and jump. At least in the next life maybe we’ll both be normal enough to be together!”
Marina rushed past me toward the window.
When she shoved me aside, I caught a flash of something cold and calculated in her eyes for just a second.
Then she was out on the fire escape, putting on her whole dramatic suicide show.
This delicate little thing swaying in the wind, and Logan completely lost his shit, his voice cracking as he tried to talk her down.
I pressed my hand to my chest and started to leave, but Logan grabbed my wrist.
For the first time in years, his voice went soft–but his eyes stayed dead and brutal.
“Come on, Rach. You’ve been riding with me for ten years–you’re stronger than this.”
“I’ll get the best cardiac surgeons in the city, buy the most advanced artificial heart they make.”
“Just do this for Marina, alright? Just this once.”
Ten years, and this was the first time Logan Richter had ever asked me for a favor.
But I couldn’t make sense of what the hell he was really asking,
Logan helped Marina climb back inside and kept going:
“Rachel, even if… if your baby doesn’t pull through, I promise I’ll knock you up again.”
I stared at him like he’d completely lost his mind.
*Knock me up again?*
Who the fuck did he think he was, playing God with my baby’s life like it was some kind of business deal?
“Logan, honey, my water just broke! The baby’s coming!”
Marina suddenly started screaming and doubled over.
Logan switched into crisis mode like he’d been planning this forever.
One nod from him, and his boys–the same guys who’d taken bullets for me–pinned my arms behind my back.
Logan grabbed a syringe off the table and jabbed it straight into my stomach.
These assholes were built like brick walls. I thrashed and fought, but couldn’t break loose.
All I could do was clench my jaw and lock eyes with Logan, searching for any sign he might stop this.
Nothing.
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His face stayed stone–cold as he pumped shot after shot into my belly.
After the third injection, one of his guys grabbed Logan’s arm, hands shaking.
Gavin Thorn, the crew’s doc.
The only one who’d muttered “sorry” when they first grabbed me,
“Boss, three shots is maxed out! You can’t give her any more!”
“I get that Marina’s in labor and you’re freaking out, but Rachel’s gonna fucking die if you keep this up!”
“Get your hands off me!”
Logan’s voice dropped to that deadly whisper that used to make rival families wet themselves.
I knew he’d hit his breaking point.
In all my years running with Logan, I’d only seen him this furious twice.
First time was when I took those bullets and almost bled out. He sat by my hospital bed all night, silent and seething.
Next morning he walked into Alexandra Bloodaxe’s compound solo and carved up her entire crew.
This was number two.
I squeezed my eyes shut as he kept stabbing needles into me. Agony tore through my gut, and the I passed out completely.
