Claimed By The Tyrant Brother
“You’re saying… Lorie Miller’s death… that car… you did that?”
Logan’s gaze met mine, unflinching, and I could see the guilt bleeding from his every pore. “I did it. I mean… I didn’t want her to die. The woman didn’t say much. Just cash, instructions, route… and make sure it looks like an accident. That’s all I knew. I didn’t even think about the person. I was eighteen. I wanted the money, the thrill.. she was my goddamn first ever customer.”
My hands clenched harder. My jaw ached. “Who hired you?” I asked slowly, carefully, feeling the ice crawl through my veins.