Chapter 22
Logan
“Oh, you seriously need to get the fuck out of my way.”
But it’s like talking to a brick wall. Isaac is built like one, so it’s a fair assumption that it would be like hitting one. Not that I’m letting that put me off. If he doesn’t move, he’s going down.
“Get in the car, Logan,” Quentin says, almost exasperated.
“You’ve held me up on the sidewalk for fifteen minutes, and you expect me to just do as you say?” To say that I’m fuming would be an understatement. I’ve been stuck in court all damn day, needing to get back to Serena. I couldn’t even call her to make sure she was okay.
“It’s about Serena. Get in.” He slides across, and I climb in next to him without much of a choice. Isaac joins us in the passenger seat, and the car sets off.
“Where is Serena?”
“At home. She won’t be coming back to work for you next week.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. No more conversation until we are in your apartment.”
Knowing better than to argue, as it will be ultimately fruitless, it also gives me a chance to prepare what I’m going to say.
Right now, I’m acting purely on instinct, and that will never fly with Quentin.
He is as controlled and calm as they come.
Anger only annoys him and makes him shut down further.
Minutes later, Isaac is shoving me into my own fucking apartment as Quentin closes the door behind us all.
“You’re a fucking dick,” I snarl.
“Listen up, Logan,” he says, that calm tone never wavering for one moment. “You stay the fuck away from my niece, and we don’t have a problem.”
“What? This is about Serena? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me, Logan. I know you’ve looked into her as deeply as her doctor’s records.
She isn’t a toy for you to play with to get your kicks.
Whatever sick fantasy you think you want with her, get it off your mind right now.
She is fifteen years younger than you. She is forbidden. Do I make myself quite clear?”
“You are the one who sent her to me,” I reply, quiet calm entering my ragged soul. I should’ve known he’d find out.
“Yes, because I thought you were someone who could help her get a step up without wanting anything in return. Seems I was wrong about you. I won’t make that mistake again. You’re a predator.”
“Fuck you,” I spit. “You don’t know the first thing about me.”
He shakes his head as there is a loud knock on the door.
“Logan! Logan!”
Frowning, I glance at Quentin.
He shakes his head again.
“Logan! If you’re in there, please open the door. It’s Rue Di’Castello.”
Quentin’s eyes narrow. “Di’Castello?”
“As in Viktor and Francesca, yeah. Their daughter is my downstairs neighbor.”
He nods, impressed enough to be marginally sidetracked, but I’m no fool.
“Logan, please.” Her voice is tinged with panic. “It’s about Serena. Please, open up.” She bangs so loudly that I think she’s trying to kick it in.
Giving Quentin a death stare, I march over to the door and yank it open. “Rue, what is it?”
Isaac is at my back in an instant, glaring at Rue over the top of my head.
She gives him a cursory glare before her gaze returns to mine.
“Serena is in trouble. I don’t know what happened, or how, or anything.
I feel like shit. I don’t know where she lives, and she’s not answering my calls.
Can you find her address for me? Please?
I know it’s a lot to ask, but I'm worried—”
“Worried?” My heart leaps into my throat.
“I think she’s going to do something really stupid. You!” Her hiss has me looking where she is.
Her furious stare is on Quentin.
“What did you do to her?”
“She’s my niece,” he croaks, shoving me out of the way. “What do you mean she’s in trouble? I just dropped her off not half an hour ago.”
“Well, something’s happened. Quit yapping and take me to her.”
He nods swiftly, indicating that Isaac and I remain where we are.
“Wait!” My blood is pounding through my veins in panic. “What did you say to her?”
If he spoke to her before he spoke to me, I dread thinking about what he told her about me. Is this even about me? The timing adds up, but am I so vain to believe she’s reacting to something Quentin said or did because of me?
As expected, he ignores me, taking Rue and disappearing into the elevator.
Isaac reaches over the top of me and slams the door shut, nearly catching me with it.
“What the fuck?” I growl, spinning to him.
“Sit.”
He stalks off to pull a dining chair out for me.
I have no choice but to plant my ass down and wait for whatever outcome is headed my way that was interrupted, hoping that Rue is being overly cautious, and that Serena is fine.
But my gut tells me that things are about to get severely worse before they get better.