Page 84 of His Good Girl
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“I know the codes for the new locks. If I ask you to open the door, don’t.”
Serena nods firmly. “Got it.”
“Do you?”
She giggles. “Yes. I’ve got it. But do you have to go?”
“I won’t be long, baby girl. I promise I’ll be back soon.” Drawing her to me, I kiss her sweetly.
“Can you at least tell me where you’re going?”
“It’s just business. Nothing to worry about.”
“That makes me worry.”
“Don’t, please. I love you.” Lingering, with my lips on hers, I eventually pull away, or I’m going to be late.
“I love you, Logan. Please be safe.”
“I’ll be fine. Remember the room, Serena. Stay upstairs, and if you hear anything that isn’t me, you enter it. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Code?”
“1125.”
“Okay, good girl.” I kiss the top of her head and then pull away.
A few days have passed since I heard anything from Quentin, which is worrying. He is planning something, I’m sure, so I need to take care of this once and for all. Killing him is a last resort. I’m going to try to reason with him first, for Serena’s sake.
Guy has installed a state-of-the-art electronic mechanism that slides a bolt into place when I activate the lock from the outside. Serena will be able to manually unlock it if she absolutely has to, but I’m hoping it doesn’t come to that. There should be no need. I intend to be an hour at most.
Slipping into the waiting car, it glides away from the curb as soon as I shut the door, and minutes later, we are pulling up to the chosen location—a disused building in the abandoned area of town.
As soon as the car stops, I get out and stride into the deserted building, adjusting the gun at my back and under my coat as my footsteps echo on the concrete floor.
“Quentin,” I say when I see him on the far side, staring out of the grimy windows into the yard at the back.
Scanning the area for Isaac, I see him loitering a few meters away. Keeping him in my sights, I don’t put it past Quentin to have someone behind me ready to blow my head off.
“Logan. What is this about?”
“The return.”
He turns to me with a surprised look. “That was all sorted. Did I forget to tell you?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, my apologies.”
I don’t believe it for a second. Not that the item hasn’t been returned, I already knew that because Guy made sure, but his forgetting to tell me. He wanted me to come to him. Probably so he could lure me out and kill me. It sets my senses on high alert.
“How is Serena?” he asks.
“She’s healing. She knows.”
