Semua Bab Crossing The Blue Line: His Forbidden Puck Bunny: Bab 61 - Bab 65

CHAPTER SIXTYSCARLETT'S POVLogan: I'm not wiring anything to a number I can't verify. If you want the money, we can meet in person. You name the place.I read it three times before it fully registered in my mind.In person? He wanted to actually see me, or whoever he thought was on the other end of this line, face to face.My stomach dropped straight through the floor of my apartment.I typed a response quickly. That’s not how this works.But I deleted it. I started typing again. I’ll take a wire transfer only.I ended up deleting that too. It sounded too weak and obviously dodging the request. If I refused outright, he'd start questioning whether the threat was even real, whether the whole thing had been a bluff he could just ignore. And I couldn't afford that. Not after everything I'd built with him, the trust, the dependency, all of it collapsing the second he decided I was disposable to him too.I needed to stay in control of this. I needed to not react to his terms and set my

CHAPTER SIXTY-TWOSCARLETT'S POVPriya's studio smelled like latex and hairspray, tucked into the back of a warehouse space she rented cheaply because most of her neighbors didn't ask questions about the hours she kept."Sit," she said, gesturing to a chair angled under a ring light. "This is going to take a few hours, so get comfortable."I sat and she circled me once, studying my face like she was already breaking it down into pieces."Okay, talk me through the look again. You said you wanted someone older, rougher, and with brown eyes.""Yeah right. Mid-forties, maybe. Someone who's clearly done things she's not proud of.""I love that description, it’s very specific." She grabbed a bin of pre-molded pieces off a shelf. "I've got a few base shapes that'll work for the bone structure shift. We'll build the jawline out here and widen the nose bridge slightly, because that alone changes recognition more than people think.""Whatever gets the job done fastest.""The fastest and the mos

CHAPTER SIXTY-FOURSCARLETT'S POVI moved fast once Logan's body hit the pier deck, grabbing the duffel bag first, then crouching to pry the gun from his now slack fingers.I pulled out the second phone, the untraceable one, and typed a message to Logan's number directly, still using the same voice I had built for the blackmailer this entire time.The deal is done for tonight. Don't you ever try that stunt again. Next time, I won't be as forgiving about the gun.I hit send, watching it go through, then slid the phone back into my pocket and left him there on the pier deck exactly as he had fallen.I didn't look back as I walked to my car, the duffel bag felt heavier than I expected, while the gun felt cold and somewhat weird in my other hand.My hands started shaking about two minutes into the drive.I gripped the wheel tighter, willing them still, but the adrenaline had nowhere left to go now that the danger had actually passed, and it came out anyway, a full-body tremor I couldn't f