“Who’s that? What’s happening?” My voice is shaking.

Is this the danger Logan mentioned? His confidence has lulled me into a false sense of security and, for a moment, I honestly thought nothing could touch us as long as we were in here.

“Shh . . .” Logan pulls me into a dark corner of his home office.

With my face pressed against his chest, I can hear his heartbeat. It’s fast, but regular.

“Who’s at the door?” I whisper.

“You don’t want to know.”

I want to scream. Why do people say that? Every time I hear that phrase, it only makes me want to know even more.

“Logan! Open the door!” I hear a woman shout as the front door is being pounded once again. “I know you’re in there.”

“Shouldn’t you at least talk to her?” I ask in a low voice.

“She’s not someone you can reason with.” Logan puts both his hands on my head and strokes my hair.

It’s stupid, but this simple gesture makes me feel safe. Safe. Only an idiot would feel safe in the arms of a man who has just forcefully made her agree to let him fuck her.

I mean, it’s not like he physically overpowered me or anything. I agreed to do it, but only because he was dangling something he knew I’d do anything for.

Yet, it would be a complete lie to say I didn’t want it. I still do.

Hell, if we had access to a soundproofed panic room right now, even with the pandemonium going on outside, I’d let Logan fuck me in a heartbeat.

It’s funny what kind of mundane observations people make in a crisis, what kind of ordinary thoughts run through their minds.

Right now, I wonder if I’ll get a chance to wipe off the wetness that has leaked out of me if the bad guys come in here. Maybe, if I’m lucky, I can even grab my towel and cover myself.

I don’t want my name to be mentioned in tomorrow’s newspaper as the girl who died while naked and wet in the house of a guy who works for the mafia. That’s probably the least dignified way to go that I can think of.

I look to the side, glancing at the big window through which morning rays stream in.

It’s crazy how the world goes on as normal even when there’s a good chance I’m about to die. Makes me realize how insignificant I really am.

This is not a new realization, of course. When I found out Mark had died, I had a similar thought.

“Don’t worry. They can’t get in here,” Logan says as he turns my face away from the window. “Everything in this house is stronger than it looks. I’ve reinforced everything. Not even a bullet can pierce that glass.”

He thinks I’m worried about those people coming in here through the window. And, he’s trying to comfort me.

I smile as Logan strokes my bare back.

Logan may not be a completely good guy, but he’s not a bad guy either. I wasn’t wrong to believe in him. He’ll keep me safe, just like he did when I fainted at the cemetery.

“Nobody can even see us here,” Logan continues.

“Yeah.” As I lean on his chest, the fabric of his shirt rustles. His heartbeat and the warmth of his body calm me down.

I wrap my arms around Logan, letting my breasts squish against his chest. I wish he weren’t wearing any shirt right now so I could feel his skin on mine.

As I pull myself closer against Logan, I feel something hard pressing against my thigh. Is he . . . hard?

I glance up at him.

He’s looking around like he’s assessing the situation. But, from what he told me earlier, it doesn’t sound like anyone can come inside.

Besides, he’s avoiding eye contact.

I can’t help but giggle.

“Be quiet,” he says.

“Sorry,” I whisper as I stifle my laugh. “But, is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

Logan grins and looks down to meet my gaze. There’s a twinkle in his gray eyes. “Hey, I can’t help it. I’ve got a hot, naked girl pressing her tits against me.”

“Did you just call me h—”

“Logan! I swear to God, if you don’t come out now, you’re only going to make things worse!” the woman at the door continues, reminding us we’re not alone.

“Are you sure you don’t want to talk to her?” I ask again.

Logan nods. But, as usual, he doesn’t offer any more explanation.

“So, what is she? A crazy ex-girlfriend?”

Logan snorts. “A crazy girl, period.”

I fall silent as the sun casts dark, man-shaped shadows on the floor of the home office.

The “crazy girl” is not alone. There are men with her, and they have just passed by the window.

We stay there in the dark corner until the commotion outside dies down.

I literally have nothing on me, so I can’t check the time. But if I have to guess, it probably takes about an hour until Logan’s unexpected, unwanted guests leave.

“It’s probably safe now,” Logan says gently.

I crumple to the floor out of both fear and exhaustion. Stealthily, I grab one end of the towel and wipe the wetness that has dripped down my thigh.

At least, I won’t be found dead looking like someone who enjoys dangerous situations a little too much.

Now, are we going to pick up where we left off, or . . .?

When I glance up, Logan has disappeared from the home office.

Damn it, for a man his size, he sure can creep quietly.

I still don’t understand how he could suddenly be right inside the room with me earlier, when I was rummaging through his things.

My mind flies back to the photographs I was looking at when Logan interrupted me. I glance at the spot by the desk where I dropped them, but they’re no longer there.

Did Logan also take them away? Wow, he’s quick.

I still remember what I saw on those photos, though. They’re yellowed around the edges so they’re probably old.

And, in those pictures, I saw Mark.