Page 22 of Rhythm Of Redemption

“No, I mean everything … including the house. They want to make sure it wasn’t purchased with the proceeds from any illegal activities.”

“You cannot be serious.” Logan threw his arms up in frustration. “I’ve lived here for years. Ask anyone.”

“I understand, but this is serious, Logan.”

“Okay,” Logan sighed, deflating. “So, what's the timeline here? A few days? Weeks?”

Antonio shrugged, checking his watch. “I don't have an answer for you at the moment, but as soon as I return to the office, I’ll make enquiries.”

He ran his hands through his hair, exclaiming in frustration, “Are the club and my car still accessible?”

The reply came swiftly, “No.”

Pointing towards a man snapping photos from his driveway, “Who’s that?” he asked, marching towards him. “Hey buddy, this is private property. Now do one before I call the police.”

Unfazed, the man continued to snap pictures, chuckling in response.

Reacting swiftly, Antonio grabbed his arm, pulling him back, and urged, “Let it go. It looks like the press has already got wind of the situation.”

“Great, that’s all I fucking need. Book me into a hotel, will you?”

“I think it’s best if you lie low for a while,” Antonio suggested. “Somewhere the press won’t be able to find you.”

Logan nodded in agreement. “Okay, I'll head to LA on the private jet,” he decided, reaching for his phone to make the necessary arrangements.

“I'm sorry, but you can't. The jet’s also frozen,” came the disappointing response.

“Okay, then I’ll take a commercial flight.”

Antonio's tone turned serious as he spoke, rubbing the back of his neck. “Logan, you can't leave the island. I don't think you fully understand the gravity of the situation here. Right now, all you have is what you’re wearing.”

“Seriously? So, I can't even get a fresh pair of boxers? What the fuck am I supposed to do? I can't enter my own house, I can't go to my club, my jet is grounded, and I have no access to any of my fucking money. And just to clarify,” he shouted, ensuring everyone heard, “I earned that money … legally.”

“I really think you should calm down,” Antonio suggested.

Logan's exasperation reverberated in his words. “How the hell am I supposed to calm down? In case you haven’t noticed, I’m homeless and broke.”

Antonio nodded, acknowledging his predicament. “I know it’s a long shot, but is there somewhere you can stay until this blows over? Somewhere where no one would think to look for you?”

Weighing up his options, he mused, “Well, there is somewhere, but I’d need to check with the owner.”

Antonio's face lit up with relief as he responded, “Excellent. The sooner we get you out of here, the better.”

Chapter ten

His gaze held a glimmer of hope as he spoke, his voice tinged with urgency. “It would only be for a couple of nights,” he pleaded. “Just until all this is sorted out. And of course, I’ll pay you. I’ll pay double, triple even. Just name your price.”

A heavy sigh escaped her lips. The only thing that had made the drive there bearable was that she wouldn’t have to see him again. But now, he was asking if he could move in. “I don’t know,” she confessed, her gaze sweeping across the swarm of police crawling all over his house. Did she really want to get in the middle of all this? “I’ve got Dani to think of, and I’m not sure that I want her involved in this kind of thing.”

“Please, I’m desperate,” he begged, his voice tinged with desperation.

“Don’t you have any friends you could stay with?” she asked, scrambling for an alternative solution.

He shook his head wearily. “That would be the first place the paps would look.”

“What about a hotel?” she suggested the epitome of luxury and opulence, standing in stark contrast to her humble century-old finca.

His head shook with a hint of resignation. “I wish I could, but I can’t. All my accounts have been frozen. Look, I know it’s a lot to ask, and I’m in a desperate situation. I have no access to my money, the car, my home, or the club, and I’m unable to leave the island.”

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