Chapter 8

Logan’s POV

The thick smoke from the cigarette between my lips coaxed my nostrils and I shut my eyes. I couldn’t stop thinking about her and even as Astrid talked endlessly at the other side of the table, I couldn’t pay attention.

Layla. She was all I was thinking of and strangely enough, with every thought about her came this anger. Astrid had one job. Just one job and he screwed up.

That day plays in my head again like it was just happening. My most trusted worker and cyber computer guru, Dani, had informed me about some missing numbers in some of my drugs. I’d asked him to follow it up and get back to me before the end of the day. But he’d come back with something more interesting.

I expected him to report to me that the missing drugs was just a miscalculation or loss which I could easily overlook as expected but instead, he’d informed me that one of Astrid’s boys, a youngster named Vincent had been sneaking some of my drugs and giving it