Page 83 of Bloom: Part 2

“And you didn’t think that strange?”

“I didn’t. I’d just won the biggest case of my career. Naturally, I was flattered they asked for me. If I shied away from these cases, I will never make partner at the firm.”

“So, did you win?” I asked. “The case against my cousin?”

He smirked. “Of course I did. I might be young, but I know my way around the law.”

Too damn well. Was him working for my father just a coincidence? I couldn’t shake the feeling it wasn’t.

“What happened then?” Crowe asked.

“I did minor cases for them, mostly dealing with Emil acting on behalf of their father—Marcello Agosti.”

“My brother is in charge now?”

“Not yet. Your uncle’s handling family affairs.”

Not so bad, then. My uncle was the most supportive of my family members. Without him, I would never have gotten away from the family. His guidance had helped me to escape. But he still worked for my father. Would he carry out my father’s orders to kill me?

“When did my father talk to you about confronting me? Did he mention me at all before the incident at the hospital?” I asked.

“He didn’t. It was a week after that I was asked to take on this task because of my connection to Smoky Vale and the bikers.”

I squeezed my knee. Nothing that Joel said made sense to me. Why would my father suddenly reach out to me? And they expected me to believe he didn’t want to kill me? He’d tried two other times to do so.

“Did my father say why he wanted me to visit him in prison?”

“Unfortunately, no. He said it was between you two.”

“Sounds like a whole lot of bullshit to me,” Bloom scoffed. “We’re not going to New York.”

“We?” Crowe echoed.

“Yeah, because if Logan’s going, I’m going. I’m not letting him do it alone.”

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. I’d known it was a bad idea to get involved with Bloom, and I still did it because I couldn’t keep my hands off him. Now he had to suffer again because of me. All I wanted was for him to be happy.

“Bloom…” I opened my eyes. “Maybe—”

His hard gaze made me swallow the words. I didn’t want to fight with him.

“Can’t Joel reach out to Agosti and find out more information?” Booker leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Joel?” Grimm asked.

“I should be able to get through to him. I’ll contact Emil, arrange the call, and get back to you.”

“That’s all we can do for now,” Grimm said. “It’s best if Logan and Bloom stay at one of the clubhouses. They’re welcome to stay here.”

“Why not the Blood Hounds’?” Crowe lurched to a stop next to my chair. Finally, he’d stopped pacing. “Technically, this is a Blood Hound problem.”

Grimm shrugged. “Fine by me. You two don’t always get along, and Jamie would kill me if I stood by and let something bad happen to his mentor.”

“And I can’t stand around and let something bad happen to Bloom. Bloom already has a room at our clubhouse. They both have stuff there.”

“It’s settled, then.” Grimm gave us a nod. “It might be best to postpone the wedding plans you—”

“No!” Bloom grabbed my hand and clutched it in his. “We’re going along with the ceremony. We won’t let anyone ruin that.”

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