BOUND TO HIM (Book II: Captured series)

24. Logan

I've taken on a fair share of bullets in the past. Physical pain was something that didn't bother me at all and emotional agony simply didn't exist in my world. So what is this fucking ache in my chest as I stare at my wife's gorgeous face.

"Logan, are you listening?" There's a storm stirring up in her green eyes and I can already tell she wants me to drown in it.

"No, ask for something else and I'll give it to you" I grunt, the constant beeping of machines around me adding to my irritation. When I've had enough I rip the damn tubes from my body and stand up. Fuck, waiting for a nurse. Elle's eyes widen with worry. I make my way to Elon and grab the duffle bag which contained fresh clothes. Too occupied with the request Elle just made, I don't care about making small conversation.

"I can't Logan, I don't see things getting better" She says behind me.

"And you think getting a divorce is going to help?" I turn to look at her, while slipping on a shirt. She takes a second to watch me button up, "It'll help deflect the problem for now"

I wanted to laugh, either I've woken up into a nightmare or this whole incident has made Elle crazy. What in the actual fuck is she thinking? Doesn't matter, she's not getting a divorce from me. Especially after I admitted that I loved her.

As I put on the shoulder holster, one particular stitch on my chest causes me to still. I hardly wince but she catches on quick.

"Please, Logan, let me fix this mess I've made" Guilt is written all over her face and another pang cripples my movement.

"Exactly, you did this with your stupid fucking deal! Now be a good little wife and sit back while I clean up this mess" My words weren't supposed to be so crude but if it stops her from bringing it up again so be it.

"Is my car ready?" Turning back to my brother, I take all my belongings from the bag.

"It's outside, and your security's well. Despite having worked for our father, most the men support you and will fight on your side" He informs and it brings a small smile to my face.

"Good, let's get going then"

I had foreseen this day long ago, when I first decided I wanted to bring change in our business. Being the first but not the only heir I knew I'd have to fight my father someday. I have spent years thinking everything through and now the time has come.

What I hadn't seen coming was a certain green-eyed woman who would hold a power over me that no man could ever have. And I gave this control to her willingly, served on a silver plater. Look where that has gotten me. One fucking word from her and my heart is aching like a fucking teenage boy going through a breakup. She didn't know I was a fucking master at turning pain into anger, it only helps me get stronger.

Divorce.

I scrutinize my wife's slender frame and the way she's chewing on her bottom lip. I knew that thoughtful look on her face and this time I decide to nip it in the bud.

"Bring her outside, and keep an eye on her" I command.

"Where are you going?" He questions and I don't bother answering as I leave the two of them behind. I make my way towards Wyatt's office, it's not my first time here. His father had been ruling the diamond industry for years and it wasn't until recently that he dropped all the burden up his son's shoulders.

Wyatt's greets me with that fucking smirk of his. If he had not helped Elle out last night I'd gladly walk over and punch the shit out of his face. So I take a much calmer route.

"I'm assuming you're not here to thank me?" He questioned, taking his legs off the desk. He pours me a drink and I quickly accept it. The first bite of whiskey hits my tongue and for a second I forget what I came here for.