#Chapter 221: Marked

Ella Logan and I sat on top of his car, looking out over the cityscape below. I leaned my head on his shoulder as the soft sound of music playing on the radio emanated through the open windows of the car, and let out a contented sigh. “So,” Logan said, twirling his finger around a stray fiber from the rip in the knee of my jeans, “you and me, taking down the mafia together, huh?” I let out a slight laugh. “Now that you put it that way, it feels like too high of a goal,” I said. “Maybe we should humble ourselves a bit.” Logan chuckled. “It’s okay to have high goals. Even if you never reach them, at least you put in your best effort.” “But how do we even begin?” I asked, looking up at him. “I mean, of course there’s Marina and Harry, but after that…” “After that,” Logan said thoughtfully, his gaze lifting to the sky, “I’ve got a few other names in mind. Some businesses that are running some pretty dangerous side dealings out the back, some people who need to be taken do