Page 158 of Bloom: Part 2

If Logan has explained the significance of this gold coin, then you are probably wondering why I am sending this to you and not him. The answer is simple: Logan doesn’t want anything to do with the Agosti family. He’s made that abundantly clear, and though I’ve come to terms with it, I know the world he was born into won’t let him go so easily. Logan will always be an Agosti, whether he wants to be or not. As an Agosti, he will always have enemies.

I failed Logan. I failed to protect him when it mattered most, and I won’t make that mistake again, not now, not when he’s found someone like you. I’ve heard how you fought to protect him, how you stood by his side when others would have run. For that, you have my respect.

The gold coin I’ve sent with this letter is more than a trinket. It’s a key to something few outside the family understand. With this coin, you hold the loyalty of my soldiers. Should you ever find yourself in a situation where Logan’s life—or yours—is in danger, this coin will speak for you when words won’t. My men will do whatever you ask without hesitation.

Logan may want you to throw it away, and I wouldn’t blame him. But there’s no harm in keeping it, even if you never use it. In fact, I hope you never have to. I’m sending it to you because I trust you to decide when and if it’s needed even more than my son.

Welcome to the family, Bloom. Whether you like it or not, you’re an Agosti now. And while I’m sure Logan will hate mesaying this, being part of the family has its perks—if you know how to use them.

I think you’re the sort of man who does.

Take care of him. He won’t admit it, but he needs you more than you realize.

Marcello Agosti

Logan let out a long breath, crushing the letter. His jaw clenched, and he stared at the gold coin as if it were a live grenade.

“I knew he’d pull something like this,” Logan muttered, his voice low and sharp. “That’s why I didn’t want to give it to you at first.”

“Because you knew I would keep the coin.”

“Yes.”

I touched his arm gently. “It’s not a bad thing, Logan.”

“Nothing I say will get you to change your mind about keeping it, will it?”

“No. Your safety comes first, even if you’re upset with me. He’s right, and you know it. You’re as much an Agosti as I am a biker.”

His shoulders sagged, and he let out a frustrated laugh. “God, you’re stubborn.”

“You love me for it.” I brushed my fingers along his jaw. “And you know what? It’s not that you need me, but I need you. I need you to be safe.”

Logan’s lips twitched into a reluctant smile. “Maybe with this coin, you won’t be reckless anymore. Fine, you can keep it.”

I kissed his nose. “It’s cute you think you could stop me from keeping it.”

Logan scowled. “You don’t listen to me anymore?”

“About most things, yes, but not when it comes to your safety.”

“I am not in any danger.”

“No offense, babe, but how many times has someone tried to kill you since we’ve been together?”

Logan grinned.

“What?”

“You…called me babe.”

I snorted and tried to climb off his lap. “I did no such thing. That’s fucking disgusting. Logan!”

He hauled me back onto his lap, the car rocking from side to side with his antics.

“Say it again.”

“I have to get back, or the boys will know I’m missing.”

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