Iconoclasts?”
Chuck looked truly repentant. “Everything. Safe house locations, their snitches’ names, where they meet your guys to buy weapons. Shit goes down, there won’t be a safe place for the ‘Clasts to hide.”
“This is looking worse and worse by the second,” Logan said, looking at Cork.
“What do we do?” Nicole asked.
“ You don’t do anything. You stay here with your old man, and you stay hidden. Call into work, make sure Clay knows you’re sick and you’re not gonna be there for a couple days. You need to go anywhere, you take Cork or one of my boys with you.”
“I’m not gonna sit by on the sidelines, Logan,” Nicole stated, getting to her feet. “This is my fight, too. The Devil Kings and Iconoclasts have been responsible for a lot of hurt in this family. I can’t let them get away with it.”
“Right now the Iconoclasts are in as much danger as we are,” Logan told her. He turned to Cork. “I’m going to find Wiseman. Stay here with Nicole. Keep her safe for me.”
Cork grunted and nodded.
Logan pulled open the back door, checked to make sure the coast was clear, and stepped outside. Nicole’s heart leapt into her throat. She had a terrible feeling about this.
“Logan!” she called, running out after him.
He was leaning against the wall, waiting for her, like he knew she’d go after him. As soon as she was clear of the door, he pulled her into a tight embrace. She shook in his arms, terrified for the future.
“I don’t want you to go,” she whispered.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he replied. “But I gotta face facts. The New Crusaders are my responsibility now, and I can’t let them down. Much as I hate to admit it, I owe the Iconoclasts this info, too. If the Devil Kings are gearing up for a war, it’s going to take both the Crusaders and the ‘Clasts to stop them.”
“I’m scared of what Wiseman will do to you,” Nicole said, looking up at him.
“Funny,” Logan said. “I’ve never had anyone to be scared for me before. Makes things a little complicated.” He took out his phone and looked at it. “I don’t even have your number, do I? After all that’s happened, I never asked you for it.”
Nicole snatched the phone out of his hand and put her number into it. Then she called her phone so she would have his number.
“I don’t call you by five tonight, something’s gone wrong,” Logan told her, taking his phone back. “You don’t come for me alone, understand? Send Cork to get some of my boys. They’ll take care of me.”
“I want you to call by four,” she said. “That gives you hours, Logan. Plenty of time for a friendly meeting.”
He smiled down at her. “Alright, four. I’m not exactly looking forward to this. Might as well get it done as quickly as possible.”
“Good,” Nicole said, feeling a little less tense. “Stay safe. Please.”
“Baby, Safe is my middle name.”
He leaned down to kiss her and she rose up to meet his lips with hers. His kiss was intoxicating, and she never wanted it to end. Logan was the one to break it.
“Go back to your dad,” he told her. “Spend some quality time with him. It’ll be four before you know it.”
He used his thumbs to brush away tears she hadn’t realized were there. Then he was gone. She waited until she heard his bike roar to life, and then she went back into the bar. Despite his confidence, she knew Logan was shaken. He had been completely unprepared for this turn of events, and she was worried he was going to get himself killed. She tried to remember the feeling of his lips on hers, a part of her worrying that she’d never see him again.
CHAPTER NINE
The Iconoclasts’ and the New Crusaders’ territories were divided by the highway that ran through town. It was the
Chuck looked truly repentant. “Everything. Safe house locations, their snitches’ names, where they meet your guys to buy weapons. Shit goes down, there won’t be a safe place for the ‘Clasts to hide.”
“This is looking worse and worse by the second,” Logan said, looking at Cork.
“What do we do?” Nicole asked.
“ You don’t do anything. You stay here with your old man, and you stay hidden. Call into work, make sure Clay knows you’re sick and you’re not gonna be there for a couple days. You need to go anywhere, you take Cork or one of my boys with you.”
“I’m not gonna sit by on the sidelines, Logan,” Nicole stated, getting to her feet. “This is my fight, too. The Devil Kings and Iconoclasts have been responsible for a lot of hurt in this family. I can’t let them get away with it.”
“Right now the Iconoclasts are in as much danger as we are,” Logan told her. He turned to Cork. “I’m going to find Wiseman. Stay here with Nicole. Keep her safe for me.”
Cork grunted and nodded.
Logan pulled open the back door, checked to make sure the coast was clear, and stepped outside. Nicole’s heart leapt into her throat. She had a terrible feeling about this.
“Logan!” she called, running out after him.
He was leaning against the wall, waiting for her, like he knew she’d go after him. As soon as she was clear of the door, he pulled her into a tight embrace. She shook in his arms, terrified for the future.
“I don’t want you to go,” she whispered.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he replied. “But I gotta face facts. The New Crusaders are my responsibility now, and I can’t let them down. Much as I hate to admit it, I owe the Iconoclasts this info, too. If the Devil Kings are gearing up for a war, it’s going to take both the Crusaders and the ‘Clasts to stop them.”
“I’m scared of what Wiseman will do to you,” Nicole said, looking up at him.
“Funny,” Logan said. “I’ve never had anyone to be scared for me before. Makes things a little complicated.” He took out his phone and looked at it. “I don’t even have your number, do I? After all that’s happened, I never asked you for it.”
Nicole snatched the phone out of his hand and put her number into it. Then she called her phone so she would have his number.
“I don’t call you by five tonight, something’s gone wrong,” Logan told her, taking his phone back. “You don’t come for me alone, understand? Send Cork to get some of my boys. They’ll take care of me.”
“I want you to call by four,” she said. “That gives you hours, Logan. Plenty of time for a friendly meeting.”
He smiled down at her. “Alright, four. I’m not exactly looking forward to this. Might as well get it done as quickly as possible.”
“Good,” Nicole said, feeling a little less tense. “Stay safe. Please.”
“Baby, Safe is my middle name.”
He leaned down to kiss her and she rose up to meet his lips with hers. His kiss was intoxicating, and she never wanted it to end. Logan was the one to break it.
“Go back to your dad,” he told her. “Spend some quality time with him. It’ll be four before you know it.”
He used his thumbs to brush away tears she hadn’t realized were there. Then he was gone. She waited until she heard his bike roar to life, and then she went back into the bar. Despite his confidence, she knew Logan was shaken. He had been completely unprepared for this turn of events, and she was worried he was going to get himself killed. She tried to remember the feeling of his lips on hers, a part of her worrying that she’d never see him again.
CHAPTER NINE
The Iconoclasts’ and the New Crusaders’ territories were divided by the highway that ran through town. It was the
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