Chapter 13

Logan’s POV

“Take me straight home,” I ordered my driver as soon as I entered the back door. Nodding slightly, he shuts the door after me and sits back behind the wheel, driving off and into the streets.

I wouldn’t care about going home on other days but right now, I felt I needed to be at home right that minute. The thought of Layla had crossed my mind several times as I stood inside that house. I clenched my teeth, fixing my suit and noticing a blood stain on the faded blue color of my inner shirt, around my wrist. He’d been close enough to get his blood on me.

I looked away, trying to relax my clenched jaw. Images of Layla probably trying to escape now that I wasn’t in the house appeared in front of my eyes, causing me to smirk wickedly. She’d be a fool to try to escape. Like the last time, she was definitely going to make a run for it. Especially when she notices that she’s all alone. But I had eyes in every nook and crannies in the house.