Page 99 of Consuming Logan

Kylie pulled a handgun from behind her back and aimed it at Logan.

Before she could fire off a shot. The door opened and in walked Susan Holbrook.

What in green hell was happening here?

Logan’s brain was still scrambling to make the connection when a big smile spread across Susan’s face. Susan lifted a Sig Sauer, aimed it at Kylie, and then pulled the trigger. A canon-like blast exploded in the room.

“I love surprise parties. You did too as a boy, Logan?”

“Ava,” Logan yelled, using the momentary distraction to move closer to her.

“Oh God,” Monique screamed, as blood splattered across her face and neck.

A bullet hole took up residence between Kylie’s lifeless eyes.

To Franklin,Susan said. “You’ve been a bad boy, and to think you had such promise before you started using the product.”

Another blast echoing the first sounded. Beside Logan, Franklin dropped like a cracked egg.

The feminine face of polite society had just pulled the trigger and killed two people with chilling accuracy. Logan blinked away his disbelief. He glanced in Ava’s direction. Her eyes were fixed on his. A grim expression marred her ashen face.

Susan’s face was blank, like she was a twenty-first century terminator. Whatever her role in this jacked up party, she’d danced to this tune before today.

Seconds later, she took a graceful step over Kylie’s body. “Welcome to Shell Cove, Victor.”

A pop sounded; the third shot hit scary old dude in the chest. A red river flowed, an endless stream down his chest. The scent of burnt flesh and gunpowder residue filled the air. His body fell forward, a still corpse on the carpet. Blood, red as fresh roses, spread across the cream Berber, like a tragic canvas of merging streams.

Ash yanked Ava up by her hair, using her as his human shield. Bastard.

“Stay back,” he yelled, pressing a scalpel to Ava’s throat.

Susan kept her eyes on Ash. To Randall she said. “Get the kid out of here.”

“No,” Monique sobbed, pushing away Randall’s hand when he reached for her. “Take Ava, please.”

Tears ran freely down Ava’s face. “Go, Monique.” Ava’s breath hitched. “I’ll be fine.”

Floored by Monique’s willing sacrifice, Logan shoved the emotion aside. He had to stay focused, ready for his opportunity to strike.

Sirens, faint, but growing louder could be heard in the distance.

With a shift of her eyes, Susan gestured to the door she’d entered. “Go, child. While you still can.”

This time Randall grabbed a trembling Monique and led her away.

Damn, in a grotesque twist, Susan had leveled the playing field.

She turned the gun on Logan’s nemesis. “You asked to see the boss?”

Ash seemed momentarily stunned into silence.

“You’re the Barren Mother?” he asked.

Shit. Nothing made sense. The heiress to one of the wealthiest families in the northeast was a drug trafficking murderer.

Logan looked to Susan. “Why?” Logan asked.

“Why have I protected you?”