BOUND TO HIM (Book II: Captured series)

26. Logan

Something's not quite right.

I can feel it in my gut. Hell—it's written all over Elle's face but she won't talk to me. The horrendous events that had transpired in the last couple of days, I didn't have it in me to force it out of her.

It didn't mean I wasn't going to find things out on my own.

Every cell in my brain was telling me this had to do with Wyatt. According to Elon, he had requested her presence more than once while I was out. That's one too many times than I'd like. I trusted Elle, couldn't say the same about Wyatt Salazar.

As much as I'd like to go back and put a bullet through his shoulder, I had much bigger problems to deal with. So just for now, I'll forgive him for practically brainwashing my wife and somehow convincing her to leave me. I wasn't going to allow it, yet I was curious what game Wyatt's trying to play.

A groan escapes my lips. A simple task of putting on clothes seems to be taking forever. It reminds me how we tend to take little things like this for granted.

My breaths have turned laboured, a slight ringing in my ears. I'm a mess, all thanks to my own brother. I should've let him rot in prison when the opportunity had presented itself. Instead, I'd gone against my better judgment because my mother personally asked me for it.

I guess I couldn't fully put the blame on her, no one could make me do something I didn't truly want to do. And I always carried the guilt of not being able to protect Constance from my father, the way I did for Elon. I was away most of the time, and my father took the chance to turn him into another version of himself.

Constance surprised us all by becoming almost psychotic. He's done things that even my father would find questionable. Shooting me once is one thing but shooting me with the whole intention of killing me, just so he could have what's most precious to me. The thought burns my insides. I could forgive him for anything, but wanting to harm my wife was where I drew the line.

I watch the woman sound asleep on the couch, a slight frown on her forehead, fingers gripping the blanket at her shoulders. I have half the mind of waking her up, to see if she's still naked underneath. But I also knew if I did that there was no way I'd be leaving this place soon. And the way my phone is currently buzzing Elon is probably outside already.

I leave with a quick note for her on the coffee table.

"Thank you for coming" I tell him as soon as I get inside the vehicle.

"As if I'd let you go there alone, Elle will kill me if anything happens to you again" He laughs but there is no humour to it.

"I have Seth dropping by soon, check on Elle" Elon informed. I disliked the bastard but I also didn't want more people knowing of her location, especially while I wasn't around. The fact that Elle had a soft spot for him convinced me to not to voice out my displeasure.

Once we're on the roads, Elon breaks the silence.

"So, are you going to tell me what's going on?" He questions and I pass him a confused look. He clicks his teeth, eyes up ahead. "You have men searching for something, rather someone" His question lingers in the air, thickening the tension within the confined space of the vehicle. I can feel his eyes on me, but I keep mine fixed on the road ahead.

I couldn't tell him about the man that I was hunting down. Perhaps being with Elle has turned me weak because I couldn't even get myself to lie. A thing whichh seemed to pose no challenge in the past.

"I'm trying to piece everything together," I finally admit, my voice low, my hand running through my hair. "Constance didn't act alone. He couldn't have. Someone put him up to it, and I need to know who." Not the truth but not a lie either.