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“If we do this, I am yourpartner. There will be no threatening me—or Mark. I am not your prisoner, and you do not get to push me around.”
“Deal,” Logan says without hesitation. “We’re equals.”
“Almost,” I say, then remove the glass from his throat before slicing his left arm as hard as I can.
He hisses, grabbing his arm to slow the bleeding as he steps between me and James, who at some point pulled out his gun again.
“Nowwe’re equals.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Logan
I grit my teeth as James pullsanotherpiece of glass from my arm.
“How can there possibly be more?” I grind the words out and glare at Kasey. She sits opposite me on the kitchen counter as Damon tends to the cut in her hand.
Somehow, her cut was shallow and clean, but half the damn plate broke off in my arm.
“Serves you right,” Kasey mumbles, then hisses as Damon wraps a bandage around her hand.
“I barely cut you.” I gesture to my arm. “This was hardly equal retaliation.”
“You’re right. I went easy on you.”
James rolls his eyes. “You two are so annoying.”
“I’m happy to walk out that door and never see any of you ever again,” she says as Damon finishes wrapping her hand.
“We’ll go to the base first thing tomorrow,” I assure her. “We’ll need to get a statement ready to send out to the family.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “Why is that necessary?”
“Because we told them that an enemy family hired you to sabotage us,” James says tonelessly.
“So, everyone is going to want to kill me? You guys really suck.”
“I’ll compose a statement explaining that we struck a deal that benefits our family enough to justify the risks,” I state. “They don’t need to know more than that. We’ll have Damon stay with you to ensure no one tries anything.”
“Handcuff you to me this time,” Damon mutters under his breath.
Kasey shakes her head. “Absolutely not. I don’t want someone smothering me while I work.”
“Nonnegotiable. This is about your safety.”
“Which you care about all of a sudden?” She shakes her head. “Just give me my gun back, and I’ll take my chances.”
“Nice try. I’ll be holding on to that for the time being. I’m sure you understand.”
“I most certainly do not. Give it back.”
“As soon as I have what I want.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal.”
“It is now,” I say through a grimace as James digs into my arm again.
He pulls the fragment out and sets the forceps down. “That should be all of it.”
