Page 143 of Bloom: Part 2

“I already said everything I need to. If you’re going to kill me, do it. I’m not going to beg you to spare my life.”

“I know ways to make him beg,” I said.

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LOGAN

The thud of loud footsteps came near, drowning out Bloom’s suggestions. Shit. Did my uncle have more men in Smoky Vale who had found us? I wasn’t sure how much fight was left inside me.

I took a step closer to Bloom, bracing for impact as about a dozen men stormed into the warehouse.

Bikers.

They were bikers.

I let out the breath I was holding and allowed the tension in my shoulders to ease off slightly. These weren’t my uncle’s men but ours.

Ours.

I took a peek at Bloom, whose gaze had not shifted from my uncle in his determination to protect me. The bikers were his family. Because of him, they were now mine too. I’d never felt such protection before. Even with my family.

At the head of the line was Bay, his hand fisted in my brother’s shirt collar. My stomach tightened, and a sharp pain filled my chest.

“What took you so long to find me?” Bloom asked.

“Took us a while to drag the truth out of this one after we found him.”

I shook my head. “He’s not involved. Uncle Mickey said…” But what if he lied?

“He might not have been involved, but he knew exactly what was going to happen tonight. He led us here. With some coercion, of course.”

“You led them here?” Uncle Mickey spat. “Emil, you disappoint me.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” Emil cried. “You never trusted me with your plans, and that’s why you never told me. You lied about what you were doing in Smoky Vale. This was all a ruse to kill Logan.”

“How did you find out?”

“I overheard you talking to Bishop at the party earlier,” Emil said. “Your plan was to kill Logan and his husband when they arrived at the new home you picked out for them, but you had second thoughts about whether Logan would take your offer because he showed no interest in the documents you had sourced for him. When Bloom went missing, you told Bishop to find him before everyone else so you could have the upper hand.”

Hearing Emil’s report of everything only made my heart ache more. “You knew, and you said nothing?” I said.

Emil snarled, baring his gums. “As far as I’m concerned, you are dead to me. I may never pull the trigger that eventually kills you, but I won’t stop anyone else from pulling it.”

“You fucking coward!” Bloom swung the gun at Emil.

“Bloom, no! Don’t.” I grabbed his arm.

“He wanted to see you dead.”

“But he did nothing.”

“Exactly. He did nothing to prevent it.”

“Listen to me, Bloom. He’s the only Agosti left. As long as he goes back to New York, we don’t have to see him again.”

“You want me to let him off the hook?”

“Do it for me. Please.”

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