When the ring slipped halfway onto his finger, Logan still didn’t see me anywhere.
No text, no call, nothing.
This weird uneasiness started gnawing at his gut.
Irritation crept up on him, and Logan instinctively pulled his hand back.
The ring hit the ground with a clink, and that’s when it hit him–he was in the middle of his own wedding.
Logan yanked at his tie, feeling like he couldn’t breathe.
He’d always hated these stuffed–shirt outfits and all this fancy bullshit.
At least it’d be over soon.
Seeing Marina’s hurt expression, Logan pushed down the restless feeling eating at him.
He was about to bend down and pick up the ring when one of his crew came running in, white as a sheet.
“Shit, boss! The Bloodaxe’s people are coming in hot!”
A massive explosion echoed from the distant coastline.
Logan’s face went dead seriousimmediately.
“Where’s Rachel? Where the hell is Rachel!”
He knew Bloodaxe’s people hated me to death.
All that anxiety and restlessness suddenly made sense–like his gut had been trying to warn him.
Logan had always been confident I could handle myself.
Even when he made me have kids for Marina’s benefit, he believed my babies would be tough like me.
But now, remembering that last look I gave him–so broken and disappointed–he couldn’t risk it anymore.
He was terrified I’d actually leave him for good.
Wedding guests were running for cover, and Marina stood there looking pissed as hell.
She clung to Logan for so long, begging for even a sliver of affection, until he finally agreed to give her the grand and glittering wedding she’d dreamed of.
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She waited a whole month for this moment, only to have Logan zone out during the ring exchange and completely humiliate her.
She knew Logan was distracted because he hadn’t heard from me.
But now, with bullets flying and lives on the line, he was still thinking only about me!
Marina was going insane with jealousy.
She couldn’t figure out what the hell was so special about me, that made Logan keep warning her to stay away from me.
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She tried to calm herself down, reminding herself that she’d gotten what she wanted–she was married to Logan now. She’d be real
Mrs. Richter soon.
Logan didn’t notice the hate burning in her eyes, but grabbed his crew by the collar and asked again, only to get an answer that unable to accept.
“Rachel… someone saw her jump off the pier!”
Logan’s breathing stopped, and the world started spinning.
What do you mean… jumped off the pier?
His mind flashed back to when we first met–me fighting some homeless guy over scraps.
I huddled by a dumpster, shoving garbage into my mouth desperately.
Even with broken ribs, I wouldn’t let go of that food.
He’d crouched down and asked me why.
I looked up at him with these desperate eyes: “I don’t want to die.”
Those wet and desperate eyes hit him right in the chest.
That day, he took me home.
Later, I took bullets for him.
FEAT
One nearly took out my heart, and I was crying hysterically.
Bleeding out in his arms, I kept reapted, “I don’t want to die.”
That’s when he decided he’d protect me no matter what, give me the safe life I deserved.
But someone who fought so hard to live–how could she jump into the fucking ocean?
Logan could barely stay on his feet, his voice shaking:
“Find her! Everyone go find her! We gotta to find Rachel, we have to save her!”
“No, I’ll go myself!”
“Rachel’s just pissed off, hiding somewhere to scare me. When I find her, I’ll apologize properly…”
He was muttering to himself, trying to stay calm and stumbling toward the door.
Gavin who’d ever helped me suddenly grabbed his arm and punched him square in the face.
“Didn’t you hear? Rachel jumped on purpose!”
“Someone who fought so hard to live, who was so goddamn strong–you drove her to jump! Now you want to chase after her? You want to make sure she can’t even die in peace?”
“You let that bitch Marina rip out her babies‘ hearts and drain their blood! Rachel finally escaped your bullshit, you and Marina got your fairy tale–what more do you want!?”
Gavin’s fist was clenched tight, his voice raw and bitter.
Logan looked stunned for a second, then swung back:
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