For Logan (Chicago Syndicate Book 5) by Soraya Naomi Page B

go?” I offer my hand to Adam.
    He enthusiastically tucks his small hand into mine now that the ice has been broken. I give it a squeeze, and he mirrors the action, giggling.
    “Come on,” Mykhail urges and leads the way down the stairs.
    “I think it’s best if we split up in case any Syndicate guards recognize me. You take your car to my pool house, and I’ll drive my own car home. Then we’ll meet there, okay? No one will go into my pool house if I’m not there, so just lock it up and close all the curtains if you get there before I do.”
    “Okay.”
    Mykhail takes Adam’s hand, and I wave goodbye as he skips next to Mykhail toward the car, oblivious to any impending danger.
    I need to walk three blocks to my car. Chances are high that I’ll come across a guard since I already saw one on the way over, so I venture inside the first clothing store I stumble upon and take enough items on my way to the cash registers to fill at least two bags. Quickly, I pay for them and abandon the shop.
    Two blocks later, I discover my sense of foreboding was correct. Yet I don’t run into a guard. In fact, I run into the man I’m drawn to more and more every time I’m with him. He’s becoming the object of my affection in all his masculine charisma that I found arrogant before, and he was my comfort when I learned the worst news of my life this morning.
    Logan stands out among everyone passing him by. There’s an air of confidence about him, which I perceived as superiority before I knew him, but it’s an undeniable magnetism I can no longer ignore. Although I assumed that a man like Logan, who could have anyone he wants, would never be attracted to a girl like me, the last few times I’ve seen him have proved the opposite. Our relationship is turning over a new leaf, and there’s a tenderness inside him that he revealed when he comforted me at the river.
    However, right now, his manner conveys pure annoyance. His dirty blond hair is a perfect mess of spiked strands that mark him as untamable as he barks into his phone, “Where exactly did you see her last?”
    I still don’t understand who Logan is, but I’m guessing he’s one of the higher-ups in the Syndicate. As he turns his head and spots me, he cuts the call and closes the distance between us remarkably fast.
    “What are you doing here?” Logan takes hold of my upper arm, scanning both ends of the street.
    “I went shopping to get my mind off things.” I jerk away from his hold, and he lets me go, seeing my bags and accepting my explanation. “Why?” I add.
    “Because you shook off your guard, Goddammit!” He keeps glancing around.
    “So they sent you to get me?” I question, wanting some answers.
    He pays me no heed and shunts me forward, pressing close against my back.
    “No, Logan. Why are you here? Where are we going?” I demand, knowing I need to get home to Mykhail.
    He simply snatches my biceps and guides me forward, quickly reminding me why we disliked each other in the past and literally manhandling me like he did the first few times we met.
    I grind my teeth, irked at his bold, distant behavior and how easily he can overpower me at the same time that I’ve been crushing on him.
    “Every time I turn around, you’re here; I’m starting to think you can’t stay away.” I perk a brow.
    In response, his lips twitch, but he’s not tempted into a debate.
    “Don’t you dare grin,” I warn.
    “You’re sexy when you’re mad.”
    “What?”
    A smirk crosses his face.
    “Oh, please. Don’t use your charm on me.” He’s too distracting.
    “As much as I’m enjoying teasing you, you need to start walking. Now, Rosa,” he orders in a tone that leaves no room for argument.
    Of course, I notice his veiled praise and can’t help but smile. He’s starting to see me as more than just Cam’s sister.
    “Okay, but, Logan, first tell me. Is there trouble? You’re constantly showing up to take me away from everywhere,” I prompt him to