Turning Left

Chapter 6

Emily's POV

By the time I got back to the apartment, everyone was asleep. Jack and Larissa were in the bedroom next to Logan and I's room and Jordan and Adam were asleep on the couch, cuddled up together, the beer bottles and pizza was still lying on the table. Knowing that Logan was not far behind me I left the food where it was, changing quickly into my nightwear and tucking myself into the bed.

It was as if history was repeating itself. Somehow, I would always get hurt by the people I loved the most. First Joseph, Deklan and the now the person I had come to love the most in the world, Logan. A love that wasn't supposed to happen, yet it did. A love I sacrificed everything for, including my own family. Had I come to regret my decision? No, yet I felt as if something would always be wrong between me and Logan, because we were the definition of a dysfunctional relationship. It was like pairing a pope with a prostitute, incompatible and simply wrong. Yet we had both decided to embark on the journey together, and we loved each other. I guess they saying is right when they say that love doesn't come without a price, because I was paying for a lot more than I had originally expected to when I stepped foot into the life on the run.

I sensed Logan entering the house and shut my eyes quickly, not wanting to face the reality of my situation. I felt his presence in the room, the air was hanging tense and I could tell he knew that I was not really asleep, but for the sake of both of us he stripped off his clothes and got under the covers wordlessly, all the mutual affection disappearing into thin air.

The next morning I woke up earlier than usual, pushing myself into casual attire before stepping out of the apartment where everyone laid in the same positions as last night. Deciding to get some fresh air, I walked along the streets of Chicago, taking in the views I had so dearly missed during the last 6 months of my life. My eyes soon fell upon a street market, the aroma of food speeding through my nose. I advanced towards it, my mood taking a 360 turn.

There were people on every corner, some selling fruits and vegetables others selling hot waffles with chocolate. I walked down the aisle, threading my fingers through the soft fabric of the clothes hanging from the racks.

My mind wandered to what my life would have looked like from another path. Would I be happy? Would I be like any other person here, free from the chase, free to roam the streets without fearing exposure, free from having to move from town to town like refugees?

What would my life be like without Logan?

It was a question that lingered my mind unanswered for a very long time. The mere thought of living without Logan seemed depressing, yet so was my current reality. Living life in the shadows for the one I loved, only to be lied to once again by that very person was not something I had signed up for, but then again, I could have chosen out, the why didn't I?

The answer was simple, then why did the truth hurt? Why did loving someone so much hurt the same amount?

I was derailed from my train of thoughts when a pair of arms snaked around me, pulling me from the vegetables stand I stood by. My initial instinct took over, and my hands moved in the direction to punch the figure behind me, but the very minute my hand was pushed back down, my doubts were confirmed.

"Em, it's me. Just follow me, I'll explain everything in a minute. Don't look up" I reluctantly followed his orders, following Logan as he took me away from the market behind a rotten building.

"Will you tell me what's going on?" I questioned as soon as his eyes met mine.

"They followed you here, Louisa's people." His eyes left mine, following the path behind me where surely Louisa's people still searched for my presence.

"Why would they-"

"She wants you gone."

"What? Why would-"

"Because she wants me Emily. I had made a deal with her to transport drugs for her in return for a good 60 grand, but she wanted something else too. I declined, she must have found out about you, and now she wants you dead so she can have her way with me" He finished, successfully clearing my doubts.

"Oh" His eyes softened as they met mine, his hand elevated and cupped my cheeks.

"Trust me?" he questioned. Did I trust him? After everything we just went through? Maybe this wasn't the best time or place to think. I nodded wordlessly, following him as he grasped my hand and started pulling me away from the building. We didn't make it further than three steps because blocking our way was our one and only enemy: Louisa Palmer. Beside her, stood a hunky man, most probably her bodyguard.

"Well well well, looks like cat's out of the bag" she spoke, advancing towards us, her boobs practically falling out of her low cut dress, her heels clicking the floor dramatically, covering the silence in the air. Logan's hand came around me, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

"Where are you planning on running now ha Miller? I've got the area covered, sooner or later you're going to have to give into my offer or I'll just have my men blow up her brains" Beside me, Logan chuckled, earning a glare from me and a confused stare from Louisa.

"Which men? These men?" He pointed, and suddenly, Larissa, Jack, Adam and Jordan each appeared right in front of me, dragging who I assumed were Louisa's men by the collar carelessly. A gun was in each person's hand pointed at every men. Louisa glared at Logan, slowly trying to cover it up by smirking.

"This isn't over Miller" she promised, getting into the car behind her with her bodyguard and driving off. Everyone let go of the men, having them run off to the car beside them and driving off into the same direction as their boss.

A deep breath of relief escaped my lips before Adam spoke up.

"Well, we should probably make a plan to get rid of her"

A/N

There it goes! What will be their plan? Will they get rid of Louisa? Thoughts on Louisa? Chapter thoughts? Future predictions? Comment below and let me know what you think!

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