#Chapter 18: Rule Number One

Ella The sunlight filtering through my office window bathed the mahogany desk in a soft golden hue. As I perused the documents in front of me, the weight of my current circumstances pressed on me like an unwelcome shroud. I could feel my wolf also getting alert to the situation. How did I get embroiled with the mafia, and more importantly, how could I extricate myself without causing further complications? “No way,” I said, shaking my head. “I won’t be going to a family event with you. Not so… soon.” Logan’s blue eyes narrowed. “It’s not really up for debate, unfortunately,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “Did you think that only you would benefit from the deal?” “Well, no, but—” “But nothing,” Logan interrupted. His voice was firm, but not angry. “Sorry, Ella, but you need to come. I’m not asking. I’m telling you that we have to go. Besides, I already agreed on your behalf.” I couldn’t help but frown. Attending a family dinner with Logan’s