The Logan Brothers - Books 1-4 (EXPOSURE, CRASH, TWIN PASSIONS, and ADDICTED TO YOU!)

Chapter 11





Crash

My  fist was pushing down so hard on my desk I thought it was going to  break straight through it.

“What  do you mean, there's no link?” I seethed through my teeth.

“I  couldn't find anything Crash. Nothing. There is nothing linking your  father's killing to Mr Cooper's people. If they did it, there's no  evidence at all.”

“F*ck!”  I roared. “Then who is f*cking responsible?!”

He  remained calm in his seat. Jones was never phased by anything.

“Your  father had lots of enemies. There's a laundry list of people it  could have been. I'll keep searching, but you might have to resign  yourself to the fact that you may never know.”

Never  know. I couldn't live like that. I had to f*cking know. I had to.

“OK,  get back on it. I don't want you sleeping until you can give me  something.”

He  stood and nodded. A loyal man, Jones, always there for my father,  always here for me now.

I  grabbed a glass and downed a shot of whiskey as he left the room.  The liquid warmed my throat and settled down into my stomach. I took  another and sank back into my chair, my mind rolling around in  turmoil.

I  was juggling so much shit right now I knew something would  eventually come down onto my head. There was this ongoing  investigation into my father's murder, something I'd never stop  looking into. Then there was this deal with my investors, a problem  that was constantly front and center of my mind.

My  father had built a strong business. I wanted to expand it into an  empire. Build on his legacy. Make sure the name of Logan was never  forgotten.

Of  course, Kyle was acting as another thorn in my side. He was still  pushing me to find a replacement for him at the club, constantly  threatening to walk away. I knew he wouldn't though. What the f*ck  would he do out from underthe umbrella of our family's wealth? He  had no credentials to speak of. All he knew was running a strip  club. And if he left, I'd make sure no one within a thousand miles  would hire him. There was no space for disloyalty in this family.

The  news from Jones wasn't the way I wanted to start the day. I had a  serious meeting to get to later on and had hoped it to be on a  happier footing. Now my mind was clouded by thoughts of my father  once more, and I needed toclear the air in my head before doing  anything else.

I  stood and stepped out of my office. The casino floor below me was  quiet, most of the all night punters having cleared out earlier in  the morning. It would pick up again as the day went on, but right  now it was at its lowestebb, like the embers of a fire just waiting  to spark back into life.

I  walked out into the parking lot and sucked in air, feeling the cool  morning breeze rush over my face. I needed calmness, I needed  serenity, I needed to clear the cobwebs before my meeting. This was  a biggie, and I needed to convince my investors that I was a safe  bet.

Crash,  in your current state of mind, you couldn't convince a prostitute to  open her legs. Get your f*cking act together.

I  climbed into my Hummer and turned the ignition, the engine roaring  to life like a lion. There was only one place I knew to go where my  mind would find some calm. A place I always gravitated to as a kid  if I was scared or upset.

Hopefully,  now, it would have the same effect.

....

No  one knew of my love for art. I guess if they did it would diminish  my reputation a little bit. It wasn't like I was an expert or  anything. Far from it in fact. No, I just found it relaxing looking  at paintings that were created hundreds of years ago.

I  couldn't really explain why, but I'd been going to the Museum of Art  since I was a kid. I'd just sit and look at the paintings for hours.  Somehow it put my life in perspective, made me see how I was just a  tiny cog in a massive machine.

It  also made me want to leave this world with my stamp well and truly  upon it. I'd look at the paintings and think of how their creators  would live forever, always remembered in the minds of those looking  at their work.

I  wanted the same for me. I wanted the same for my family. It was an  ambition that I was always working to see realized. Now, just maybe,  that was becoming a reality.

The  museum was situated in the center of town, along one side of a large  open square. It was grand and imposing, a common site for tourists  and art students. There were many rooms inside, many treasures to  enjoy within, hundreds of years of art history covered. It was the  only real piece of culture that infiltrated my life.

On  the other side of the square sat the Museum of Modern Art. That  place didn't interest me in the same way. I'd been in there once,  but never returned. It just didn't hold the same gravitas for me,  the same weight of history.

And  the art itself - I felt I could have pulled some of it off myself. I  mean, a 6 foot canvas painting that looked like it could have been  done by a 2 year old doing a finger painting didn't impress me. If I  could do it, what was the point?

I  sat in the central hall of the museum now, my mind sifting through a  thousand memories of my youth. I remembered coming here after I'd  beaten up Jimmy Trenton, this kid at school. It was the first time  I'd been in a fight, and I was terrified I'd go to jail or  something. Stupid kid, didn't know what I was thinking.

I  came here when my mom died. She was killed in a car crash when I was  19. I hated that I had no one to blame, nowhere to direct my anger.  I wanted to punch straight through the walls but I came here  instead.

And  now I sat here again, the death of my other parent weighing heavy on  my mind. This time was different. This time there was someone to  blame. What crushed at my lungs more than anything, however, was  that I didn't know who it was.

The  minutes ticked by as my mind began to calm. It always did here. It  helped me put things in perspective, get my priorities straight. I  wanted to be remembered. I wanted to forge my name into the  foundations of this f*cking country. Just like these artists all  around me and the works they'd created, I wanted to live forever.

....

I  stood and walked from the central hall back towards the main exit,  my mind clearing. The weather outside was crisp, the chill of the  morning given over to warm sunshine flowing down from above.

I  breathed in deep as I stood on the front steps, the large square  ahead of me. There seemed to be something going on down there, some  sort of street performance to entertain the gathering crowds.

Tourists  were standing in a large circle around the side of the square, all  of them looking in and holding their cameras aloft. I watched with  mild interest as a group of girls stepped into the center, dressed  in black and whitetights.

The  sound of music suddenly filled the air down below as the group began  dancing and moving in unison, their bodies flowing around and over  each other. The black and white of their leotards was quite striking  as their bodies flowed in twisting and turning motions, graceful and  poetic.

It  wasn't a scene that would usually interest me but something caught  my eye.

I  moved in closer, down the steps towards the crowd as the dancers  continued to perform, the flashing of cameras doing nothing to put  them off.

My  eyes fixed on one of the girls. Her body looked exceptional in the  tights, her frame petite yet with a curve, her movements feminine  and sensual. I tried to get a good look at her face, but other  bodies and arms kept obscuring her.

Then,  from nowhere, she turned and stopped in front of me, the performance  ending as abruptly as it had started. She held her head down, her  blonde hair tied back to keep it from her eyes. Slowly, as the claps  of the audience began to rise, her head lifted, a wide smile upon  it, her blue eyes sparkling.

It  was Elle.

Her  eyes danced over the crowd, thanking them for their applause. I  stood tall above them, towards the back, my eyes set directly on  her. She suddenly turned towards me, as though she'd felt my gaze  upon her, and her smile widened.

She  looked so relieved, so excited, so pumped with adrenaline. I guess  it was probably the first time she'd danced in front of people.

She  should do it again.

She  spontaneously set forward, pushing through the crowd as they watched  on at her, walking straight at me.

I  stayed motionless. She looked gorgeous, her face completely lit up,  an energy in her that I hadn't seen before.

It  seemed to give her life as she thrust her hands forward and grabbed  at my body, her lips rushing straight into mine as the crowd cheered  behind her.

Before  I knew what was going on she'd stepped back, that coy look I'd seen  before creeping quickly back onto her face. I couldn't help the  frown from dominating my expression. I must have looked like I'd  just been accosted by a madman.

Her  face turned embarrassed at seeing my expression and she quickly  turned and rushed back towards her friends, who were now gathering  their things at the far side of the crowd and seemingly preparing to  leave.

I  opened my mouth to speak but had nothing to say, the crowd once more  engulfing Elle as she disappeared.

A  smile hit my face.

Well  that was unexpected.





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