Page 86 of His Good Girl
“Logan. Are you happy with your gift?”
“Yes,” I croak.
“Not many people know this about me, but in my eyes, you showed the greatest loyalty.”
“What do you mean?” My palms sweat as I wait for his reply.
“To your love. It showed me that you are a man of substance. You were ready to give up everything for her. Even your life.”
Even my life.
That threat hangs there like a noxious gas.
“She’s worth it.”
“Indeed. I’ll be in touch, Logan.”
He hangs up, and I replace my phone, almost worried about what that phone call will entail. All I know is if anyone, even Viktor, threatens Serena, it will be the last thing they do.
When the car stops outside my building, it takes me a second to gather my thoughts. There is no way I can keep this from Serena, and I’m concerned about her reaction. She has made some progress in the last week. She appears healthier and talks about the future. I don’t want anything setting her back.
With a sigh, I get out of the car and make my way upstairs. Unlocking the door, I wait for the click of the bolt and then call out, “Serena, it’s me,” before I push the door open.
With my thoughts still on everything that happened earlier, I’m distracted not to react quickly enough when the staircase door next to the elevator bangs open, and the cold steel of a blade is pressed against my throat.
“Logan. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Chapter47
Serena
“Logan?”
I’m not sure what’s going on. Standing at the bottom of the stairs, ready to run up them to the panic room, I hesitate because Logan is standing in the doorway.
Slowly, he raises his hands and is shoved inside.
“Logan!” I exclaim, moving forward when I see he is being held at knifepoint by a tall brunette with sharp features and expensive clothes.
Her gaze zeroes in on me, her eyes narrowing. “Get inside,” she mutters, shoving Logan again, digging the blade into his neck and then reaching under his coat. Slamming the door closed with her foot, she releases Logan and presses the gun she took from him to his temple.
Eyes on me, she asks, “Who are you?”
“Upstairs,” Logan murmurs.
Knowing I should go, I remain rooted to the spot. Not out of terror of being shot by this woman, but for Logan, who she clearly has a beef with. She’s here for him, not me. She doesn’t even know who I am.
“Go!” he grits out, his hands half held up in surrender, but one is twitching, almost as if he’s getting ready to strike.
Shaking my head, hating the look of anger in his eyes that I’ve disobeyed him, I stand my ground. I’m not running to safety while he gets shot or worse. How could I live with myself?
“Serena Wakefield,” I say to the woman, hopefully distracting her so Logan can do whatever he’s itching to do.
She purses her lips, but then brings the gun back and whacks Logan in the back of the head with it.
“Logan!” I shriek as he slumps to the floor, lunging forward until the woman steps toward me, gun leveled at my face.
“What do you want?” I ask. I’ve got fuck all except the few clothes and toiletries that Rue brought over a week ago. I have no money because I sent everything that I had left back to the woman who raised me, leaving me completely broke.
