Page 121 of A Dash of You

Jason laughs. “My men will escort you out and I’ll be taking my wife back inside where she belongs.”

Logan smirks. “Yeah that won’t be happening. Take any trips to the Virgin Islands lately,Jason?”

My husband’s face falters into a quick panic, his throat bobbing with a swallow. He then proceeds to adjust his tie. “I don’t know what you’re referring to but—”

“Ahh. I think you do.”

Jason’s left eye twitches, and then he snaps his fingers in the air. “Take that disgrace of a being inside.” Jason points to a moaning Dennis who for sure has a concussion, ordering his men to retreat, but they exchange looks without a step. “Did I fucking stutter? Go.”

They scurry along as we wait for them and Dennis to disappear inside. It now being only the three of us.

What is Logan talking about? It’s odd yet pleasing to see Jason look absolutely terrified.

“Are you threatening me?” He steps closer, Logan doing the same until both men are toe-to-toe.

My heart beats fast.

With Logan’s suit jacket stretching over his broad shoulders, he says, “Yes.” He takes out a small envelope from inside his suit pocket and hands it to Jason. “Keep them. I made copies.”

Jason turns pale in a panic I’ve never seen before. “Where did you get these? Who took them?!” My husband's face turns an angry shade of red.

“It seems you’ve been pretty unfaithful,Jason.” Logan’s mouth twitches into a scowl. “I have hotel receipts, too. Now listen, having the same-sex partner shouldn’t matter because who gives a fuck, right? But I’m assuming for a bunch of shitbags and your line of business, it’s severely frowned upon. Worthy ofdemotion. If you catch my drift. Oh, I also have documents proving your money laundering. And…” Logan towers over Jason in a menacing form. For once, Jason is speechless. Worry still marring his ghost like face.

Logan picks a piece of lint off Jason’s stupidly expensive suit before gripping the neck’s material. “Trafficking your wife.” Thefurious growl from Logan sends a chill down my spine. I stand, gripping the railing.

“So, here’s what you’re gonna to do. You are going to sign the divorce papers I brought. If you don't, I'll release all that information to the media, destroying you and your business. FBI don’t give a fuck what kind of money you have.”

Jason eyes me from over Logan’s menacing form and I go still. His look always did paralyze me and not in the same way Logan’s did.

“You don’t look at her. Not ever again. After you sign the papers, we’re going to walk out of here and you will never, and I mean never, see Sora again or Iwillkill you.”

Jason scoffs. “You’re all talk, boy. You don’t have it in you,” Jason tells him, a slight quiver in his voice.

Logan smirks. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. You have no idea the kind of man I used to be. I’m not him anymore, but for Sora, I’d gladly be.” Logan hands Jason a pen and paper on top of a manila envelope. “Sign the fucking papers.”

Jason swallows and with a trembling hand, he signs his name on every line before Logan tucks the papers back into his suit pocket.

“I have men watching you. So, rethink about repeating any of this.”

Is it the truth? No clue. Either way, Jason practically shakes in his shiny thousand-dollar shoes.

Wait.

That’s it. He signed the papers, and after I sign, I’d no longer be his wife. I’m really going to be free of him. Logan took down the Devil, and he did it for me.

“Oh, and one more thing.” Logan draws back his arm, landing a violent blow to Jason’s face. Blood spewing from his nose.

His men come barreling out, but Jason holds up a firm hand, the other holding his broken nose. “Let them leave!”

They stop dead in their tracks, not continuing toward us.

Logan turns to face me, and I think he notices the shock, so he gently takes my face in his hands. “It’s okay. It’s over. Ready to go home, dove?”

I swallow, blink, and then bring my attention from a bloodied, soon to be ex-husband to the ocean eyes of Logan. He’s back. His gentle, kind form has returned, releasing the darkness that once enveloped him.

“Yes. A thousand times, yes. Take me home,” I say.

Logan wraps a protective arm around my waist, tucking me to his side as we walk out of there. No one stops us and we stop for no one.

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