Jonas Cale

-co-written with Sammycolt-

She turned around with a sweet smile. “Mr. Cale!”

He was Logan’s uncle and pretty much the opposite of his nephew. Owner of Cale Industries, a big high-tech weapon manufacturer, he lived in the lap of luxury, making his wealth on the backs of the poor. He made no pretense of how little he thought of his nephew Logan, whom he considered the black sheep of the family. Max had met him when she accompanied Logan to Jonas’ son’s wedding, and the arrogant elderly man had repulsed her from the very first second.

Now the arrogant elderly man opened the door and stepped onto the pavement. “I was hoping to catch you here, Max. I can say Max, right?” She shrugged. He smiled, ignoring the crude gesture. “Max, I need to talk to you! Would you mind joining me in my car?” He stepped to the side and held the door open invitingly for her.

She looked at him, trying to read his intentions. Was it something about Logan? Maybe Jonas could shed a little light on why he was so repellant lately. But then again, why would Jonas give a fuck about Logan, let alone her relationship with Logan?

“Sorry… gotta get to work!” she said and swung her leg over the saddle, ready to pedal off.

“Wait!” Jonas exclaimed, stopping her dead in her tracks, “It is really important! And it’s gonna be worth your while, I promise!”