Billionaire Logan: Billionaire Black Brothers, #10

By Josie Snow

Logan Black likes to live in the grey areas of life. He likes to gamble and to travel and he knows the world isn't right and wrong. So when he's approached again and asked to do the right thing, he only agrees to spite a woman who clearly thinks she knows who he is. Together the two of them will fight the good fight and maybe fall in love along the way. 

 

Dakota meets Logan and immediately writes him off as a spoiled rich boy. But forced to work together, she realizes she's so wrong. They work and they talk and they fall for each other. But along the way one will get hurt and it will take actually talking to figure themselves out. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: DM
• Release date: May 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393874539

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BILLIONAIRE LOGAN

By Josie Snow

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2020 Josie Snow

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Chapter 1

Logan

Just sit there and do whatever it is dogs do, okay? I sat the little terrier down in my backyard and took a step back, watching what she decided to do. She was a little Yorkshire that Adam decided to give my mother for her birthday.

It was a sweet idea, there wasn’t any denying that, but what Adam failed to realize was that our mother traveled a lot, and she immediately announced she wasn’t going to take a dog along with her unless it was well trained.

Being such a young dog, Ruby certainly meant well, but she wasn’t trained in the way that my mother wanted. There was a lot of work that still had to be done with the pup, and since my mother was out of town, she needed someone else to watch the dog while she was gone.

With nine brothers, I didn’t think I would be the one who ended up taking in the creature. Hell, I thought Adam should be obligated to take it in since it was his idea to adopt the dog in the first place.

If he’d asked me about it before going through with the adoption and gifting it to Mom in the first place, I would have pointed out a dog was a much bigger responsibility than something like, oh say, a plant.

Even a cat would have been better in my world, but as it turned out, he went through with the adoption and gave the dog to our mother without consulting any of us.

And our mother, of course, was over the moon. She’d been living in her large house alone ever since our father passed, and she was delighted to have another creature to share the space with.

Of course, I and my brothers all made an effort to go see her regularly, but that didn’t mean she didn’t still get lonely. And, I had to admit, the dog would take care of that. It would be even better when she was able to take the dog with her on her many trips, too.

But, for now, someone would have to take care of Ruby while she was gone, and that someone ended up being me. I took it in my stride, putting a smile on my face and acting like I wasn’t complaining, but in all honesty I would have much preferred having a German Shepherd or Doberman keeping me company than a Yorkshire.

The sound of a car pulling into my driveway pulled my attention from the small dog, and I hoped she would stay put while I went to see who was paying me a visit. Of course, I had no such luck.

The small dog darted around my feet back through the sliding glass door and to the front of the house, where I arrived just as my visitors rang the doorbell.

A glance out the window revealed an unmarked, official SUV in my driveway. To the untrained eye, it looked like any other black vehicle. But, to someone who had been working with the police force, as well as the feds, for nearly twenty years, in an instant I knew I was being visited by a couple of agents.

My intuition proved correct when I pulled open the door.

Yarrow, what a surprise, I said as I stepped aside, letting in my old friend and a young woman I didn’t recognize. Where’s Molly?

I left her behind, Agent Yarrow said with a grin. He and I had worked together off and on over the years, but recently we’d been working with my sister-in-law as well, a rookie agent who had fallen in love with one of my brothers.

The young woman who joined him today looked to be in her early-to-mid thirties. Her body was the tight, compact body of a field agent, her features sharp and alert. She was attractive, I’d give her that. But, she was FBI, and those weren’t the kind of women I hit on.

Not that there was a particular kind of woman I hit on, but there was something about those who were in the force that I particularly avoided. I was happy for Gray and Molly working out like they had, but Gray didn’t work with the FBI like I did.

He didn’t know how difficult or headstrong those kinds of women could be. Sure, there was a place for it on the force, but for a guy like me, well, I didn’t see that sort of relationship working out.

This is Agent Dakota Crowley, Yarrow continued, as he introduced the woman who was with him. I shook her extended hand, but kept my attention primarily on Yarrow.

Can I get either of you a drink? Or am I correct in assuming this is a professional visit? I motioned for the two of them to follow me into the kitchen, Ruby still weaving in and out of my legs as I did.

Professional, of course, Yarrow replied. Which keeps me from commenting on the fact I didn’t peg you to be a small dog sort of guy.

She’s my mom’s, I rolled my eyes. Iced tea?

If it’s also your mom’s, then yes, Yarrow replied. He was a huge fan of my entire family, but especially when it came to my mother’s cooking.

I wouldn’t have any other, I pulled the pitcher out of the fridge and poured three tumblers. Agent Crowley still hadn’t said much, but just as I’d deduced they were visiting on professional matters, I had a feeling I knew why they were there specifically, too.

And it was a royal waste of time.

I had been over this time and time again with Yarrow and multiple other agents over the years, and I wasn’t going to change my mind.

It was no secret my family had money. We weren’t just millionaires, we were billionaires. Our father had made our fortune for us when he was still alive, and our mother passed us our inheritance after he passed. She wanted to see us enjoy our money and grow our own investments, and she wasn’t disappointed.

We all had enough money, it wasn’t like any of us had to work, but we all did. From art dealers and business owners to musicians and talent scouts, we each found our passion in life and threw ourselves into it with everything we had in us.

My brothers were each prominent in their own fields, and though I often stayed behind the scenes in my own line of work, I was right there with them in putting myself out there and making the most of the opportunity I had been given in life.

More often than not, I worked with the FBI. I was sort of an unofficial inside guy who knew who to talk to and where to be. If there was information that needed to be found, I was the guy to get it. A jack of all trades in a way, but yet loyal to no one.

I didn’t believe in absolutes. Life wasn’t defined in rights and wrongs, it could be reduced to actions. What was right for one person may not be right for another, and so on and so forth. My mother wasn’t exactly thrilled with my philosophy, but neither did she try to change my mind or argue the point with me.

I suspected the subject at hand would revolve around the money I kept in foreign accounts. And it was true, I did. I had millions of dollars stored all over the world in various accounts through multiple institutions.

It wasn’t illegal – if I paid taxes on the funds when taxes were due. And I did. Most of the time anyway. It was a gray area, that was for sure, and one I was more than happy to exercise my right utilizing.

It wasn’t just that I decided to store my money all over the world that had the Feds upset, however, it was the fact I had dozens of connections to other incredibly wealthy people who did the exact same thing – people who didn’t necessarily play by the rules.

But, considering the fact I often embraced a live and let live approach to life, it didn’t bother me. If they were breaking the law, that was on them. I didn’t condemn and I didn’t condone, I just lived my life and let them live theirs.

Unfortunately, the FBI didn’t see things from my point of view, and considering the connection I had with the Feds and others connected to them, they would stop by from time to time and try to convince me to give up the names of people who weren’t as above board as they could be.

And often to no avail.

Of course, more often than not it was Yarrow and Molly who would show up and try to convince me of an error in my ways. That was why I was surprised to find he brought along this new agent, and was tempted to tell him right out of the gate that it wasn’t going to do him any good.

I didn’t care if the President of the United States himself came and asked me to give up the names of other people I knew, it wasn’t a crime to keep the information to myself, and it wasn’t a crime to put my money where I pleased.

So I wouldn’t change my mind.

But still, I would be polite and listen to the spiel these two had come to pitch, then I would tell them the same thing I had told Yarrow a hundred times over. I could stand to hear it from another pretty face, but it wasn’t going to change my mind in the long run – no matter what he threatened or promised.

I knew where I stood, and I knew what the penalties and consequences were.

And, to be perfectly honest, I wasn’t worried about any of it.

So, I led the two agents and Ruby from the kitchen to the living room where the three of us settled in. Then, just as I suspected, Agent Crowley pounced.

Just as I suspected, the entire topic of the conversation was the foreign accounts and why they felt I should be more transparent. I listened for a while before throwing in my own opinion, but she was ready with an answer.

Of course, this is only illegal if you don’t pay your taxes, which you’ve indicated that you do, and we have records to support that she said.

I turned to Yarrow. Before we start arguing about the semantics of all this, can I ask why you think I’m going to give up names and start talking this time? We’ve been through this time and time again in the past, what’s different now?

Yarrow shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and for the first time all morning, I realized he was nervous. But, I merely crossed my arms over my chest and waited. Agent Crowley was watching the interaction like a hawk, ready to pounce once more, but waiting for the direction of her supervisor.

I was tempted to smile, knowing full well that I had the upper hand in this situation. Knowing, perhaps, even more than she did about the situation. But, instead, I kept my face stone cold and expressionless, putting up the front I wanted to portray.

So many people thought I was just another stupid, spoiled rich kid. They figured I got my money when I was young, and it had ruined any chance of intelligence I may have.

And that was okay with me. Let them think what they wanted, I knew where I stood, and I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I would help them as much as I thought they deserved, or really, as much as I felt like helping.

But, for now, I would just sit back and watch them squirm. That was satisfying in its own right, and I would relish the moment for as long as it lasted.

After all, I had all the time in the world.

Chapter 2

Dakota

I sat back in my chair, doing my best to appear as aloof as possible. It was difficult for me not to get riled up talking to someone who was so nonchalant. Clearly, this guy thought he ran the world with his checkbook.

I’d dealt with a lot of his kind. They figured the Golden Rule meant whoever had the gold made the rules, and it was my job to give him a rude awakening. He might be rich, but one wrong move, and we’d not only take all that money, but he’d be doing time behind bars as well.

I was only vaguely familiar with the Black family. I knew they were wealthy, I knew they had influence, but I also knew no one was above the law. And, while he had pointed out what he was doing wasn’t illegal – and I couldn’t argue with that – it didn’t make it right, either.

As difficult as it was for me to just sit back and let Yarrow handle this, I knew I didn’t have much of a choice. He was my superior, and this was really my first large case. I was past the rookie stage, and I was more than eager to prove myself.

I wanted to be in Yarrow’s shoes one day, and the best way to do that would be to bring down the guys who knew how to played games and who pulled the hidden strings behind the major financial institutions that worked within illegal trades.

It was tricky, I knew that. Not all of these institutions realized they were being used for crime, but that’s why I was here. It was my job to let them know and put an end to what they were doing. A crime was a crime whether it was intentional or not, and I was proud of what I did to put a stop to it, that was for sure.

Yarrow, for his own part, was clearly choosing his words carefully. He had experience working with this tattooed asshole, and he knew one wrong word and he could lose him. On the other hand, if he played his cards right, there wasn’t a better guy to use for our mission than the guy who was right in the thick of it.

It was clear to me this guy was getting off on being difficult to work with. He was one of those people who wanted to be as difficult as possible when it came to working with the law, and who thrived on making our