An Act of Redemption Read Online Free PDF Page A

pity etched on his face. I allow him to lead me out. The entire way back down the hallway I’m in a haze of pain and heartbreak. It all feels like a horrible nightmare that I can’t wake myself up from.
    “Your boyfriend is doing the right thing,” the guard says, interrupting my tortured thoughts. “This isn’t a place for a young girl.”
    I shake my head, refusing to listen. I meant what I said—I would not give up on him.
    Unfortunately, he never gave me a choice. I went back every weekend for two months, but Logan refused to see me every time. The last time I showed up I found out he had been transferred somewhere else. They wouldn’t give me any information on where, but in the end I knew it didn’t matter because he wouldn’t have seen me anyway.
    That day I left broken, my mended heart shattered once again, but this time I knew it wouldn’t be repaired—not without Logan.

CHAPTER THREE
    Logan
    Four Years Later
    I follow the guard down the dimly lit hallway, wondering who could be here to see me. I don’t get visitors. Not ever.
    As we turn down the private sector, which is nowhere near the visiting area, I quickly realize this isn’t going to be any ordinary visit. “Where the hell are we going?” I ask Clem, one of the few guards I don’t mind in this shit hole.
    “I don’t know what’s going on, but you have some big suits here to see you.”
    What the hell?
    I immediately think about my mom and sister. Shit, did something happen to one of them? I haven’t spoken to my mom since the arrest and my sister since I took the plea bargain. This wasn’t a place where I ever wanted her to see me. As for my mother… I didn’t want to see her, I was too pissed, still am, but I don’t want anything bad to happen to her either.
    I snap out of my thoughts when we stop at an office door marked private. Clem looks over his shoulder at me. “Good luck, kid. Even I’m curious.”
    He knocks on the door. When it opens by the warden, I step in and come to a halt. I barely take note of the suits because my eyes are on one guy only. A familiar face, Cooper McKay—Sheriff McKay. One person instinctively comes to mind. “What’s going on? Is Anna okay?” Just saying her name has my chest tightening.
    Cooper nods. “She’s fine. This isn’t about Anna.”
    Thank christ.
    “Mr. Knight, I’m Special Agent Brooks and this is my partner, Special Agent Davis.” One of the suits stands up and extends his hand.
    “Special Agent, as in FBI?” I ask, accepting his gesture with a firm handshake.
    He nods. “That’s right. And this here is Steven Brown, the district attorney.”
    I briefly acknowledge the other guy then look back to Cooper, wondering what the fuck is going on.
    “Why don’t you have a seat, Mr. Knight, and we can explain why we’re here.”
    I take a seat at the table in front of the agents while Cooper remains standing in the corner.
    “We have a proposition for you that I think you’ll be interested in.” Special Agent Davis starts.
    “A proposition?”
    “That’s right. One that will benefit all of us.”
    I grunt, not trusting these assholes. Well Cooper I do, but not anyone else in this room. “Yeah? And what’s that?”
    “What if I told you that you could have time served and get out of here as soon as tomorrow?”
    My senses go on high alert, but I can’t help the sliver of hope flaring inside of me. I stare at the agents, not knowing how the hell to respond.
    “Stop being so goddamn cryptic and tell him why you’re here,” Cooper spits out, obviously sharing my annoyance.
    Both agents glare over at him before turning back to me. Special Agent Brooks is the one to speak. “We have been investigating an illegal fighting ring for almost seven months now, but it’s not your average underground operation.”
    I have no idea why they’re telling me this, but I’d be lying if I said I’m not intrigued, so I play along. “How so?”
    “There are ten rounds, each one