BOUND TO HIM (Book II: Captured series)

17. Elle

It's been hours since Logan brought me back home with him. After our little dispute in the car, he had pulled himself into a goddamned shell, refusing to talk or even pass me a single glance.

My fingers lingered over my forehead, where he had kissed me. The last display of affection before he went stone cold.

"Stay in the room" He had ordered as he made his way to the office, giving me his back. And like the obedient wife that I am, I merely nodded and did as I was told. Here's the thing I've learned ever since I became a part of the crime world, one needs to know when to pick a fight and when to back the fuck down. I had already chosen my battle and this right here wasn't worth it, for defying Logan on his every move wasn't my life's goal and wouldn't bring me anything else but trouble.

His anger towards me was completely understandable and I had been right in my judgements. I expected him to drop everything and rush to my office, exactly why I decided to meet Wyatt outside. I can't afford to have two meetings with the McKenzie family in one day. It would have jeopardized my already ruined reputation at work.

Although I did wish I could've wrapped things up with Wyatt sooner so he didn't meet him. Logan hasn't interrogated me on that yet, but I could feel it making its arrival soon.

What would I do then?

Lie, and he'll probably get so pissed he might kill me. Or Wyatt. Which kind of would work in my favour to be honest, but I couldn't have it on my consciousness. Not to mention Logan can see through my lies.

Tell him the truth and he'd still be pissed. How pissed? I can't gauge anymore. That's where I went wrong earlier, estimating the depth of Logan's rage, never once did I even consider he would lash out at Seth. I didn't want to imagine what would've happened if I hadn't seen them through the window. And then I have Wyatt, who came into my life with the sole purpose of ruining my marriage.

So if I told Logan the truth, I wonder how ballistic he'd get when he finds out about the deal he made with my father?

As I watch the clear dark sky, sitting by the window, brushing the knots out of hair from the car ride, I come to this strange realization that Logan isn't coming back. At least not tonight and a part of me hurts to learn that truth. I look around the room, failing to find my bag or my phone. Placing the hairbrush back on the vanity, I make my way towards the door.

If he's going to ignore me, I might as well leave. Another pang of pain goes through my chest and I give out a deep exhale, trying to get over it. I'm not sure why he brought me here to begin with. Was it the first thing that crossed his mind in his state of anger? I wonder if he had cooled down by now and if I should stop by his office, before leaving.

I reach the door, my fingers curling around the bronze knob as I struggled to open the wooden piece of obstruction.

That fucking bastard!

"Let me out!" I started pounding my fists on to the locked door. After few minutes of fighting and screaming, my voice had already gone hoarse and I could see the faint clots of bruises forming on my knuckles. Once again I look around the empty room that was once my safe zone, and also the place where I was taken that night.

Everything that happened, everything that I've tried to forget comes crashing down on me. The familiarity of this whole situation causes panic to settle in my chest, making a home there with no intentions of leaving.

You look exactly like your mother...

My father's voice rang out of nowhere. I turned to the door, going completely psychotic trying to open the thing.