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LOGAN'S POV:

I checked my watch once again, noting that it had been ten minutes since I'd left Mia to get dressed. I'd been taken aback when I'd barged into her room, furious when my newest employee, Kevin, had returned to the office, a bumbling bag of nerves, and explained that Mia had told me to wait.

Who did she think she was?

I'd grit my teeth and dismissed him before his stuttering made me knock his teeth out. When I'd gone to remind her to show some damn respect, my train of thought fell away when I caught side of her. Her hair had been curled and pinned back so it couldn't fall into her face and her makeup was minimal but still, she looked breath-taking.

"Sir?" One of my men called. I furrowed my brows and turned to him. "The car's outside."

I nodded before turning back to the stairs at the sound of heels clicking against the marble floors. The breath left my lungs when my eyes fell on Mia. I immediately wanted to cancel my plans to ensure nobody else saw her like this. The dress I'd picked out hugged her body perfectly. The low-cut V-neck highlighted enough of her cleavage to make my mouth water and my dick twitch. The deep red material wrapped around her delicious curves and the low back revealed enough of her smooth, lightly tanned skin that all I could think about was running my hands all over her.

"What?" She asked softly when she came to a stop in front of me and I was still staring at her. This woman was sure to be the death of me. "What!" She snapped, a light blush colouring her cheeks as she glanced down at herself nervously. She had no idea how beautiful she looked.

"You look exquisite," I told her as she looked back up and met my eyes.

Her eyes widened slightly. "Oh, thank you," she said, a small smile gracing her face. "Thank you for the dress, it's beautiful."

I nodded, taking the opportunity to admire her in it once again. "You're welcome."

Behind her, my men began to scatter, preparing for the evening. A large number of my men moved towards the cars, ready to accompany me to the banquet. This was supposed to be a peaceful meal to meet new business partners and expand our allies, however, you could never be too careful. My soldiers would wait outside but I made sure I was sufficiently armed so I could defend myself and Mia until they got inside if anything did occur.

"You need to be on your best behaviour tonight," I told Mia as I looped my arm through hers and led her towards the car outside.

She glared back at me and rolled her eyes but I tightened my grip on her arm. "I mean it Mia; these aren't men you want to mess around."

We stopped beside the car and I opened the door, stepping aside so she could slide in. "They can't be worse than you," she said with a smirk, blinking up at me with an innocent look in her eyes. I shot her a look before closing the car door and rounding the back. I slipped in beside her, waiting for a couple of minutes before one of my men climbed in and drove off.

"What's this dinner for?" Mia asked after a long stretch of silence.

"Business," I told her. The less she knew, the better. It was a requirement to attend the dinner with a woman and most of the men simply paid someone to escort them and then spend the night with them. It was an expensive date but it was much easier to bring someone who could be paid to stay silent. Other men took their wives but they remained on their arm at all times and were advised against speaking to anyone other than polite greetings.

I saw her roll her eyes in my peripheral vision but she stayed quiet, clearly realising she wasn't going to get any further information. We drove for about twenty minutes before the driver lowered the screen that separated him from us and announced we were five minutes away.

"Is my father going to be at this dinner?" Mia suddenly asked, turning fully to face me for the first time since we got in the car.

I eyed her for a moment, noting her hopeful expression before I shook my head. "No, it's just me, the second in command and the consigliere, capos aren't invited."

"And yet, I am?" She quirked a brow.

"Everyone has to bring someone," I told her, "It's a stupid rule, supposed to provide a topic of conversation if things get tense."

She frowned. "What topic of conversation?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Women's looks," I explained. It was completely superficial and misogynistic.

She didn't answer but I saw her hands curl into fists at her sides and I couldn't help but smirk. It didn't take long before we were driving through a pair of large, automatic gates after inputting the passcode. The driveway was long, stretching through woodlands before reaching a large opening amongst the trees. The house that stood in the centre was modern, with harsh lines, sharp angles and huge windows. All around the back of the house was a wooden deck and a large pool, all illuminated in the dusk lighting. A sleek staircase unravelled from the front entrance and the car rolled to a stop directly beside them while the rest of my cars pulled to one side, where the guards would wait until I needed them.

Men swarmed the car, opening our doors and I stepped out and circled the vehicle to join Mia. "Wow," she breathed, staring up at the building in awe.

I leant towards her, my lips only inches from her ear, and lowered my voice. "Remember darling, behave yourself, these people don't tolerate much."

She nodded. "Got it," she said bluntly before taking my arm and beginning to ascend the stairs. Soft piano music could be heard from inside the house and groups of people littered the deck outside and the foyer inside.

At the top of the stairs stood the owner of the house. He was an older man, in his late sixties, with greying hair and crow's feet around his eyes. He spotted me as we approached him and smiled slightly, reaching his hand out for me to shake. "Logan," he greeted, "it's good to see you."

I nodded respectfully and shook his hand. While in terms of ranking, I was much more important than him, this was him home and meant that for tonight, he ranked highest. "It's good to see you too, Bruce," I said, although I didn't mean it.

I couldn't stand the man or his family for that matter, but Bruce was a good friend of my father and had helped him out many times when he was alive and since my rise to power, he'd been revelling in the fact he was now protected and respected by association.

Beside him, his wife Maria smiled at me politely when I took her hand and kissed the back of it. "You look beautiful," I told her robotically. It wasn't untrue, she did look beautiful for a woman of her age and had aged a lot better than her husband who looked ten years older than he was, with wrinkled skin and a bulging belly.

"And who's this?" Bruce asked, his eyes falling on Mia who stood silently beside me, playing the part of the meek woman who knew her place very well, considering it was far from true.

"This is Mia," I introduced before she had the chance to speak. For some ridiculous reason, she wasn't allowed to introduce herself and couldn't speak until I'd introduced her.

She smiled politely at Bruce while he kissed her hand, his eyes fixated on her cleavage as he did. I tightened my grip a little around her waist. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mia," he finally said, winking despite his wife standing right beside him, "I hope you both enjoy your night," he finally took his eyes off of her and met mine, "We'll catch up later."

I nodded, knowing the true purpose of this dinner was to discuss business, but for now, I led Mia inside and towards the bar. "Drink?" I asked her, coming to a stop and turning to see her eyes scanning the room, taking everything in.

"Please," she said with a nod, her eyes a little wide when she turned back to me, "I think I'll need it."

I chuckled and ordered her a flute of champagne and myself a scotch. They were quick to arrive, especially when the bartender's eyes widened in recognition when he saw me. "Logan," a voice called after I'd gulped down the burning liquid. I grit my teeth, recognising the voice and turning to see Thomas barrelling towards me. Mia followed my gaze, mumbling "oh crap" beneath her breath before taking a long gulp of her champagne. I nudged her in warning before stepping forward so I was positioned between her and the man currently looking her up and down.

"Thomas," I greeted through a clenched jaw.

"I see you let your little pet out for the night."

Mia tensed beside me and I couldn't blame her, the look on his face made it very clear that if I wasn't standing between them, he would rip her dress off of her and take her against the bar, whether she liked it or not. I glared at him in warning but he simply smirked back at me. "Yes," I managed to bite out.

"I admit, I was hoping you'd bring her... and that she'd be wearing a little less." He winked in her direction. "Has Jonesy met her yet?"

I shook my head. "No, he hasn't."

He nodded, apparently sensing my disinterest in engaging in chit chat because he excused himself and approached a group heading outside. "Who?" Mia asked me, finishing off her champagne and raising an eyebrow at me.

I opened my mouth before spotting the man in question and curling my lip in disgust. Bruce's son, Giovanni, strolled in cockily. He went by the nickname of Jonesy – fuck knows why – and was pretty well known throughout the mafias. Behind him was the reason why: two women, barely clothed and covered head to toe in dark bruises. "You're about to find out," I grunted when our eyes met and then they slid across to Mia, widening, before he made his way to us.


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