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Chapter Thirteen - The Gala & The Cut-In
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2025-11-07 03:42:08(Logan’s POV)
The silver titanium brace on my left wrist was a constant, metallic reminder of my calculated recklessness. For three days, I’d been marooned in Damian Blackwell’s cold penthouse, a prisoner of his "liability management." The only thing that got me out was Julian Drake’s engraved invitation to the annual Commissioner’s Gala, a high-society event where contracts and careers were quietly brokered over champagne.
Damian thinks he has me contained. He thinks I’m a caged asset. I’m about to remind him I’m a grenade with the pin pulled.
I stared at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror of Julian’s suite, where I’d changed into the tuxedo he insisted on sending. Black wool, perfectly tailored, dangerously sharp. The brace
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