“Maybe you just need to do a few more favors and make it all better.”
“You will not fuck this up.”
“Or else what?”
“Don’t make me do something I don’t want to do, Pri. Don’t make me hurt you.”
There’s a bold, brittleness to that threat that sends a shiver down my spine. “This conversation is over.” I grab my phone and purse and stand up.
He catches my arm. “Let go of me, Logan.”
He glares up at me. “Fall in line, Pri.”
“Never,” I say, my skin crawling with his touch, and the truth is it’s not the first time. “And let go of me,” I order.
He seethes another moment and releases me.
Everything inside me tells me to get out of here, but when I turn toward the door, the bald man Adrian showed me on his phone last night is at the door. Adam stands and walks toward him. Adrenaline surges and survival mode kicks in. I detour and rush the other way, toward the bar and the back hallway that leads to the bathroom where I can lock myself inside. In the process, I unzip my purse, my hand finding my weapon. My heart is pumping and the distance I must travel is short but feels eternal. Finally, thank God, I’m shoving open the bathroom door, and just as I try to shut it, Logan pushes his way in.
The next thing I know, he’s locked the door, and he’s moving toward me, absolute poison in his eyes. I yell for him to stop, but he won’t stop. He’s here for a reason and it’s not for a conversation.
THE END…FOR NOW