Chapter 699

Logan’s POV

“Let’s eat,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended. I cleared my throat, rolling my shoulders back as I walked past him. 

“I need my strength if we’re going to get through this.”

Matteo nodded, his face hardening. “Understood, Boss.”

We walked down the corridor, the silence heavy between us. I could feel the tension radiating off him, the same tension that was twisting in my own gut. He was worried. They all were. And they were looking to me for answers.

Answers I didn’t have.

I clenched my jaw, my hands balling into fists as we entered the dining room. The long table was already set, plates piled high with steaming food, pitchers of water and wine lining the center. 

The rest of my men were already seated, their eyes flicking up as I entered, their postures stiffening.

“Boss,” they chorused, their voices low and respectful.

I gave them a nod, my face hard as I took my seat at the head of