Threatened

Chapter 58- Threatened

Logan's POV

I couldn't stop pacing. My feet moved restlessly across the room, my hands running through my hair as frustration coiled in my gut.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

My fists clenched as I exhaled sharply. Why the hell did I ever trust Declan?

But deep down, I already knew the answer.

He had promised me the one thing I had always craved. He had dangled my greatest weakness in front of me, and like a fool, I had taken the bait.

Now, I was stuck.

I barely had time to process everything when the door burst open.

Declan.

The sight of him alone sent a shiver down my spine. I had seen that look on his face before—a smile that wasn't really a smile. It was a warning. A silent threat wrapped in false pleasantries.

"Logan, son," he greeted, stepping into the room as if he owned it. "I trust you have good news for me."