Spark of Hope (MacKenny Brothers #3) - Kathleen Kelly Page 0,13
my waist, I open a drawer and pull out a fresh black T-shirt.
“You’re not into guys, are you?” asks Logan in a sleepy voice.
I glance over my shoulder, then grab underwear and a pair of blue jeans. “You do kinda resemble Lola.”
“Pansy.”
I chuckle and go back into the bathroom so I don’t make the kid uncomfortable, and get dressed. When I emerge, he’s sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Why do you think she didn’t tell you about me?”
I shrug and sit in a chair opposite him to pull my socks on. “I don’t know. I thought Lola and I told each other everything.” Standing, I grab my boots and go back to the chair. “You sure she’s your mom?”
He nods. “I heard her and Yvette arguing about it. I was living with my dad up until a year ago.”
“What happened to your dad?”
“Cancer,” he whispers the word, and I get it. If we whisper about our demons, we don’t give them life or power over us.
I finish tying up my boots, then I sit with my legs splayed, elbows on my knees, and stare at him. “Logan, if you know anything about Lola’s disappearance, you have to tell me.”
He glances at me, and his lips go into a thin, hard line, then he slowly lets out a breath. “Mom was selling for the Rochas. Lola flipped her lid when she found out. Told Mom that she didn’t want her son around that shit… that it was bad enough that she was using.” Logan fiddles with the hem of one of my old shirts. “It was Ben’s idea, him and Garry.”
“Lola’s older brothers?”
“Yeah, but they didn’t tell Drew.”
Lola has three brothers. Well, at least I thought she did.
“Did Lola know that you knew she was your mom?”
Logan shrugs. “We never talked about it. I always thought it was weird that she was the one who visited me, never Mom. When Dad died, he didn’t have a will, and Yvette was named as my biological mother on my birth certificate, so I went to live with her.”
“How long have you been there?”
“A year.”
I clear my throat and ask, “What sort of cancer did your dad have?”
“Pancreatic. He’d had a sore back, and I’d been at him for ages to go to the doctor about it. He’d always brush me off, and when he finally went, it was too late. Cancer took him fast. From diagnosis to his death was only two weeks.”
“Jesus, kid, I’m sorry.”
Logan wipes at his eyes and shrugs.
“You know you’re going to have to stop doing that.”
“What?”
“The shrug. You’re almost a man, and men don’t shrug. Say what you mean and mean what you say.”
He nods. “What are you going to do to Ben and Garry?”
“You’ve seen the footage of Lola’s kidnappers. Tell me who they are.”
Logan stares around the room and then looks down at his hands. “The first guy, I know him.”
“Are you going to tell me who it is?” My blood spikes with anger at his hesitation.
“You’re President of this MC, yeah?”
Lack of sleep and worry cause me to snap at him. “What the fuck does that have to do with anything? Tell me who they are.”
“Will you kill them?”
Scrubbing a hand over my face, I crack my knuckles and glare at the kid. I wear silver rings on most of my fingers, the kind that if I were to punch you, I’d knock your teeth out, and right now, I’m so close to doing exactly that. “If they’ve hurt Lola, there’s nowhere for them to hide. I protect what’s mine.”
“You have to promise me you won’t kill him.”
“Jesus, kid, the longer we sit here, the longer Lola’s life is in danger.” I lean into him, my face an inch from his. “Tell. Me.”
Logan frowns. The fear in his eyes betrays how he’s feeling, but still, he remains firm and shakes his head.
In frustration, I punch the wall, splitting plaster and paint. “Fine,” I growl out. “I won’t kill him.” I’ll keep my promise, I won’t kill anyone, but one of my men might.
“The first guy is Garry. He and Ben are inseparable most of the time.”
The kid stands, but he’s only wearing a T-shirt that swims on him. Opening a drawer, I find an old pair of tracksuit pants and toss them at him.
“Here, put these on.”
He does, and with the big T-shirt swimming on him and the ill-fitting pants, he appears younger than he is. Logan follows me as I walk through the