RYDER
Logan didn’t even flinch or bat an eye as the bullet swiped past his head and buried itself into the wall behind him. His certainty that I was never going to shoot him almost amused me, only I wasn’t in the f*****g mood to smile.
The bastard knew me too well.
“Do we have a deal, Ryder?” he repeated, his eyes never leaving mine.
The office suddenly felt too small as every muscle in my body screamed at me to pull the trigger and wipe that look of confidence off his face.
Jaw gritting, I slowly lowered the gun.
“Your hesitation only proves that you don’t even trust her.”
If being scared that I might be wrong, if being scared that I would be forced to follow through on my promise and have her bleeding and tied in front of the brothers means I don’t trust her, then fine.
I don’t f
