Logan POV

I slammed my fist against the table.

I couldn’t believe we couldn’t find the fucker.

It was like he didn’t fucking exist!

I felt rage boiling in my veins and the need to destroy my office grew by the second.

I needed to leave. I needed a distraction.

And what better distraction could there be than my mate in my arms?

My mind went to the make-out session two days ago, and I was rock hard ...