“You can do that?” she asked.
“I can do whatever the hell I want. Even if I don’t capture them all, being my woman, my wife, it will stop anyone from ever thinking they can hurt you.”
“No one can have that kind of power.”
“You’d be pleasantly surprised.” He tucked some hair behind her ear.
“I have no idea if this is a marriage proposal or not.”
“It’s whatever you want it to be.” He kissed her again. “I’m not going to give you up.”
“What does this mean?”
“It means, take a chance on me, Ava. I won’t let you down. I promise.”
“But you still don’t believe me.”
He averted his gaze and she pulled away from him, but he didn’t want her to.
Holding her close, he stared into her eyes. “Give me time.”
Chapter Twelve
“Give me time.”
Logan rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, shaking his head.
Hunter had already called ahead to let him know he had the sheriff and would be arriving within the hour. He had everything set up for what he was going to need.
He didn’t like the sheriff and had planned to take him out. Anyone who liked hurting little boys or girls didn’t deserve the kind of power he had. He wondered how many kids had passed through the sheriff’s hands who had a story to tell.
Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, he didn’t want to even think about them right now. If he did, he’d end the sheriff too quickly, and that for him, wouldn’t do.
His men were silent. They knew that when he planned to hurt someone, they were not to interfere but to wait until he gave them an instruction. Nothing else.
Taking another deep breath, he felt calm and ready to deal with what he needed to.
There had been pregnancy tests waiting in the kitchen when he woke that morning. Hunter knew how to be efficient, but for Logan, there couldn’t be any other way.
Checking over his tools, he was satisfied the knife was sharp, as were the scissors. He didn’t need much to cause pain, or to get answers. He didn’t have any elaborate tools to electrocute or to maim. Just enough to harm.
Tapping his fingers on his thigh, he glanced at the time, and finally, the door to the warehouse was open.
The sheriff had a gag in his mouth, and Hunter marched him across the room.
One look at him and the sheriff started to wriggle and try to get away. Helping Hunter with the straps, Logan tied the man to the chair. The door had been closed by one of the guards nearest.
“I see we meet again, only this time, we’re in my world, not yours. Welcome,” Logan said. He grabbed a chair, dragging it across the cement floor and straddling it.
He reached out, pulling the gag down. “There, that is so much better, isn’t it? I can hear you now.”
“What is going on, Logan?” the sheriff asked. He looked like he was going to piss his pants.
“You and I, we have unfinished business.”
“I did everything you wanted. I looked the other way. No one asked about Ava. No one cared. You’re free to do what you want with her. You’re not going to be hurt from us.”
Logan laughed.
“I had no fear of being hurt by you, or by any of you.” He tutted. “This is such boring old bullshit, I tell you.” Logan stretched his neck from side to side.
He loved the fear. For him, it never got old. Unlike Luke, he never got off on hurting those weaker than he was. He would openly admit to being a bully, to hurting others, but he got off on taking down those who thought they were above him.
Like the sheriff in front of him.
He was supposed to be a man of the law, but they both knew he was anything but.
“Logan, please, I don’t understand.”
“I want you to tell me what happened twelve years ago,” Logan said.
“We have talked about this. I don’t know the point of going over old ground.”
“Tell me again.”
“Is this about Ava? She is lying. It’s all she knows how to do.”
He grabbed one of the sharpest blades and embedded it in the man’s thigh.
His screams rang out. The warehouse was empty, so his voice echoed off the walls, and to Logan, it was the sweetest music. He loved to hear the sound and would gladly listen to it all day.
Pulling out the blade, he gently laid it back on the tray.
“I’ve got a feeling in my gut, Sheriff. It has been festering for some time, and I don’t like it. It’s the feeling you’re fucking lying to me. So, convince me. Tell me which one of you is the liar.”
“She is. She came to me. She told me how you hurt her in the locker room. She’d gone for a swim, and she was hurting and she—” He was cut off by his screams.