Page 85 of His Good Girl
“Knows what?”
“That you’re her father.”
“I figured as much. I did come down hard on her, which would’ve gotten her thinking. What has she said about it?”
His curiosity intrigues me. He really wants to know how she feels about him.
“Not much. She’s processing.”
“Ah. Well, she will have time to come to terms with it after she grieves for you.”
Chuckling softly, I pull the gun out and aim it at his head. “I take that as threat enough.”
“Kill me, and you are over. You know how this works, Logan.”
“I do, but you see, things have changed, Quentin. You are no longer the highest-ranking member of Solitaire in this building. Viktor is fully aware of my actions.”
The flash of fear in his eyes is all I need to be assured he didn’t know about any of this. It’s gone in a split second. “Be careful whose names you’re throwing around, Logan. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.”
“But I do,” I reply, stepping closer and leveling the gun at his face. “Leave Serena and me alone, and you will live. I’m now Head of the South-West sector, so you can’t touch me.”
Fury burns in his eyes. It’s higher than the role he had hoped to be moved into. “Sector,” he murmurs. “You know the sacrifice for such an honor will be great.”
“If anyone comes for Serena, they will regret it with every cell in their being. She means more to me than Solitaire ever did.”
My focus shifts momentarily as Isaac steps forward. Frowning, I notice he casually pulls on a pair of black leather gloves.
“You would give up Solitaire for her?” Quentin asks in surprise, drawing my attention back to him before I glance back at Isaac. Something isn’t right.
“Obviously. I love her. I can’t live without her. I can live without Solitaire.”
Clutching the gun tighter, ready to end this if Isaac comes any closer, he stops next to Quentin, a few feet away. Before either of us can say another word, I watch in surprise as Isaac pulls out a gun, holds it up to Quentin’s head, and pulls the trigger.
Taking a step back from the softpingfrom the silencer as Quentin goes down. I turn the gun on Isaac.
“Welcome to the higher echelons of Solitaire,” he says in that quiet, calm way of his. “Viktor sends his regards with this gift.”
“Gift…”
Isaac puts the gun away and turns his back to me, clearly unconcerned about the weapon trained on him.
I lower it.
There is no threat here.
“Shit.” Moving a bit closer to Quen’s dead body, I crouch down and let out a slow breath. “Fuck. Serena.”
I take a moment to consider how the fuck I’m going to tell her that her father is dead, and she will never get to ask him why he gave her up. I was fully prepared to take him out but was pretty sure I could reason with him using Serena as a temptation he couldn’t refuse.
After a few moments, I straighten up and replace the gun in the back of my pants. Making my way back outside into the weak winter sun, the car is still idling, waiting for me. Climbing in, resigned to my new position now, the weight of it bearing down on me.
Sacrifice.
Solitaire always demands a sacrifice.
My phone rings in my pocket, so I grab it quickly, thinking it’s Serena. It’s not.
“Viktor.”
