I inform Logan about my discovery and about my suspicious. "Do you think Balvin is playing for both sides?" he ask. Balvin can be a bitch some times but she is also a hard worker. I've never herd or seen her take a wrong turn. "No," I turn to him "do you?". He rubs the back of his neck he does that every time he is thinking some thing through "No, but I do think she is using us for something" he says. So it isn't just me that thinks something is not right "How so?" I ask wanting to know what is his theory. "I don't know how or why but don't you find it strange that we both had nothing going on at work?". Now that he mentions it. I understand why I had nothing going on at work but why didn't he? He is my second in command just in case something happens to me he is in charge. "You're right there is something going on but trust me we are going to find out". In order to do that I have to be back at work. Logan lays on the bed as he lets out a small breath. I've been so caught up in my shit that I haven't had the time to talk to my brother. I'm such a selfish as mother fucker.
"Something wrong bro?" I push my chair closer to the bed. Now that I think about it we haven't had a chance to sit down and talk about what's going on in his life it's always about me. "I think I'm a little home sick" he says while looking at the ceiling. I tilt my head to the side and study him. Homesick? Logan is never homesick he has been away from home much longer than this. "Homesick?" I ask and then it hits me "Or pussy sick?". We have been here a little more than a month and he hasn't gotten any. He stays quite as he stares at the ceiling "Yea that's what it is" he laughs. I know that laugh and I'm not buying it. "You know you can trust me right?" I ask. We have been through a lot together the fact that I have to remind him pisses me off. We have always gone to each other when we need some one to talk too. "Of course but there is nothing going on" he sits up "look at us talking about our feelings and shit what's next are we going to do our nails? Because I think pink is totally your color". And just like that the moment is over. "Fuck off asshole" I push him back and return to my computer.