When Bruce walked in, the guy looked up, face half-lost in shadow—ridiculously good-looking and totally unreadable. One arm slung over the couch, cigarette balanced between long fingers. His eyes? All storm, no hint.Bruce's jaw tightened. Yeah, this guy had serious main character energy."You're Logan Beaufort?" His voice cracked under the weight in the room.Logan took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl out like it had somewhere better to be."What brings you to Zweizerland?""I'm here for Suri. Where are you hiding her?"A guy nearby snapped, "Watch your mouth around Mr. Beaufort. You got a death wish or what?"He slammed Bruce down to his knees in front of Logan.Bruce's temper flared. "You touch me again, and you'll regret it. Do you even know who I am?"He tried standing—got shoved right back."Oh, I know," Logan said, calm as ever. "Bruce Jerkinson. Riri's ex."The nickname hit harder than the punch. Bruce's face twisted. "Riri? You don't get to call her that. And I'
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