All Chapters of Game over. : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Logan's POVOur plan is coming together and I am glad that it is coming together because we now know that they are going to pick them up at a warehouse where there is a catering business. We are doing our own catering. However, we do need servers, and we did contact a big company to bring their servers. However, I know that it is not from the catering company, and I know that the company that is in the industrial area is something that we will never use. I love to give smaller companies a chance to prove themselves to me, but those people are not people I will use because in the first place, the places where they are making the food are not very hygienic. Also, I do not believe that they will only rent out the servers to us. My men know better than to use a company like that. I know this is all a setup, but still, they could have used another company to pretend we are using their servers. "We know now which John is going to pick them up. Where do you think we should attack them? John

Marco's POVI cannot believe how stupid Michelle is. I honestly thought that maybe she would come to her senses and finally realize that I am only using her. I thought that maybe at the last moment she would grow a spine, see me for what I really am, and back out. However, it doesn't look like she is coming to her senses at all. If anything, she is getting more eager, more desperate to please me. She is even helping me get inside the house, opening doors that were never meant to be opened for someone like me. If she thinks I am going to spare Logan, she is making the biggest mistake of her life. People like her always think they are special. They always think that love, or loyalty, or sacrifice will somehow change the rules. The rules never change.I really don't care if my men fail now. That part of the plan has already served its purpose. Now I know I have someone inside the house who will open the gates for us. Someone who trusts me. Someone who believes that I am doing this for he

Madeline's POVI walk straight to Logan’s office. I do not hesitate. I do not stop to think. I need to talk to him now. I need answers. I need to know what the hell is going on in my own house. There is too much security around the estate, too many men, too many weapons, and too many locked doors. This is supposed to be my birthday, not a war zone. Logan has been keeping me busy with party arrangements, guest lists, flowers, and food, but I know him too well. He does this when he wants to distract me. And I do not like it.Is he expecting Marco to attack during my birthday party? The thought makes my chest tighten. I feel it deep inside my gut, the same feeling I always get when something bad is coming. I need to know what Logan and his men are planning, and I need to know what Marco is planning too. If my children, Connor and Carmen, are in danger, then I want to know every detail. I will not allow anybody to hurt them. People may think that I am weak because I smile and play the rol

Tony's POVI have been in this life long enough to know that the quiet moments are the most dangerous ones. When everything looks calm, that is usually when something goes wrong. Tonight, everything feels too quiet, and that makes me alert. Logan trusted me with this job, and I will not fail him. Not tonight. Not when his family is at risk.We arrive at the industrial site early, just as planned. The place is empty, exactly how Logan wanted it. No workers, no trucks moving around, no noise except the wind and the distant sound of traffic far away. The buildings stand dark and silent, like they are watching us. My men take their positions without a word. Everyone knows what to do. We have gone over this plan more than once.I watch the road closely. Marco’s men think they are smart. They think using one of our suppliers’ vans will give them easy access. They think they will drive right onto Logan’s property without anyone stopping them. That alone tells me how much they underestimate u

Michelle's POVThe house was everything it should have been for a party like this, full of light that bounced off the crystal chandeliers, full of music that flowed through the walls like liquid energy, full of laughter and clinking glasses, the kind of celebration that makes everyone feel safe, confident, and completely unaware that danger could be anywhere, even in a house as carefully guarded as this one. As I walked through the front doors, my smile was carefully placed on my face, smooth and natural, the kind of smile that made people believe I belonged here, that made them think I was simply a friend, a guest, someone harmless who had nothing more than polite intentions, and all the while, every instinct in my body was focused on the one thing that mattered: getting close to Madeline and the children, finding a way in, and preparing for Marco to make his move, because this night was meant to be the beginning of everything falling into place exactly as we had planned.I adjusted m