Page 68 of Logan
My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. “What the fuck?”
“It gets worse,” he says, sitting full upright. He’s shirtless and I don’t give a shit that I admire his brawn. Maybe I need him asa distraction right now so I don’t have to listen to any more of what he’s got to say. Holy fuck. Get a grip!
“Don’t sugar coat it.”
“Okay, but it’s early, you sure you’re ready to hear it?”
“I think I’ve stomached enough scotch to last a lifetime. Hit me with it.”
He blows air out of his cheeks, picks up Dozer when he rolls over toward his side, then says, “We’re goin’ to Mississippi.”
I blink. “Why?”
“Because these assholes had trackers on you, Payden. They shot everyone in your building, and raided your apartment. They were after everyone on that case, and though Ryan caught a bullet, he didn’t die. But they were tryin’ hard.”
“Why Mississippi?”
“The Hellions. You’ll be safe there, until this blows over.”
Oh, hell no. “You’ve got to be kidding me?”
“Does it look like I’m stutterin’?”
“Why can’t we stay here?”
“Because it’s not safe.” He runs a hand over his stubble and I try not to concentrate on his mouth.
“I’m safe with you,” I say, the words tumbling out before I can stop them.
“Not in the city, not while these people are at large.” He takes a breath, then hits me with a zinger. “Your brother joined the Hellions some months back. Your parents are under our protection and we have to fake your death.”
I blink, taking in his words for half a beat. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Not like I’m enjoyin’ havin’ to tell you this, but we’ve come up with a plan.”
I sit up again. “A plan?” I stammer. “And since when did Declan join the Hellions and not tell me?”
“Haze worked it out. He’s buddies with Willow’s brother Max.”
“That little shit. He didn’t think to tell me something like that?”
“Maybe he didn’t think you’d approve?”
I flick my eyes to his. “I’ve never stopped him doing anything, but we’re close. He didn’t tell me any of this. I called him last night?—”
“All the more reason to get your ass to Mississippi. We’ll have the protection of the MC, and they won’t follow you there if they think you’re dead.”
I take a second to digest that piece of information. “And my parents?”
“It’s a precaution, but you’re gonna have to tell them what we’re doin’. It’s riskier that way, because they’ll know the truth, but as long as they go about their daily business, as well as some fake grief thrown in, they’ll be fine.”
“Fake grief?” I shake my head. “You are all out of your minds. I swear to god.”
“No, Payd, we’re not. We’ve talked about it for half the night, and after Sawyer found those trackers, it was unanimous. They won’t stop until they find you, and that leads me to the next thing…”
“Oh, yippee, there’s more.”
“Sawyer got into your mainframe, but the firewalls and protection are really fuckin’ good. We know this Cristoph dude was tryin’ to break into the files, and there’s a reason for that. Clearly, there’s somethin’ in there they need, and they were willin’ to kill for.”
