He walked out cautiously, his gun tucked behind his back. He peeped out and made his way completely to the sound of the gun that echoed again. Logan felt his heart go into a panic attack, and for some reason, It was weird. His heart was never scared of anyone or anything not even while he was in prison or after he had looked at his life briskly with no certainty of what the future might look like—Not since that time years ago when his heart had trembled from the effect of having it shattered by the news of his mother's death, not like tonight.His first thought was to ring her phone but those calls had ended futile, with no reply from her the taste of that bitter feeling filled his mind.He had heard of Mafia men being murdered in cold blood, and he had read about incidents about it but now as the dark thought sank into his mind the sudden image of himself lying in his pool of blood filled his thoughts with the sudden image, just moments before robbedof his senses.A hand touched

"That is your first task." Logan points her toward the man that was seated three rows away."I don't understand you." She returned the gaze to the man and asked questions."Come closer." He beckons. "What!" Joan exclaimed as he whispered into her ears. "How do you expect me to do that, it is enough that I came here ."She stood up with a heart beating heavily with fury and spilled her drink over his face.Everyone turned in their direction he looked amused as she stormed away...He could hear each click of her heels echo off the wooden floorboards, as her heartbeatreplayed each reverberation against her chest it was the first time anyone had the guts to ask her for something like that.She felt ridiculed, it had only been days since he arrived here and had been dragged down her but that uncertainty felt the same, but something had shifted.She turned to see him leave the table as well, wondering to herself if she had overreacted, at long last she stopped right there just for the C

The word seemed inappropriate as the words were at a loss for him. I felt that anger he felt for Joanne swell around him, till he was tilted off a point of gravity, and truthfully just because he couldn't control his anger anymore he punched the man.It was timely, he looked ahead and could see bikes riding toward where they were.The man stands and spits red on the floor.The bikes zoomed around where he was, covering him in a cocoon of smoke, each bike roared till they finally halted like it was all pre-planned. He swallowed a lump that was behind his throat as his mind raced.Alighting from the bike they made their way to where he was, they had eyes on him not stopping till they were towering all around him—He looked attentively at the men approaching when he was, it couldn't be the adrenaline deep inside his soul as well or an entirely different feeling but it was there, that fear that made his heart thud from deep inside of his soul.All this shouldn't be happening if they had p

“Hi, I’m here to see the man that was just brought in,” she muttered to the Blonde-haired, woman behind the desk."Were you the one I called a moment ago?"Joan looked back at Brock. "Yes."“He is in the ICU. Why don’t you have a seat and someone will be available shortly to speak with you.”“But we got a call from you guys. Can I go back and—”“Have a seat and someone will be out to speak with you.”She walked back to her seat and sat down slowly, reminding herself why she hated the West.On the wall a clock ticked at the same pace with her pulsating nerves.After a gasp Logan's eyes fluttered open, he looked around the room that wasn't his, the unfamiliarity of the room sinking into his inner mind."Where am I ?" He questioned.The Images of the previous night flooded through his mind, last night he had thought it would most certainly be his last, but he was in this —.He tried sitting up but felt a sharp pain at the side of his head.He let out a cry of anguish. "I am going to make

“I mean, you will still have to finish the three tasks from the bet."She walked along silently for a moment, considering the information. She looked at Logan."Fine then.""Good ."She stole a look out of the corner of her eyes at how calm he was. She hesitated, in her mind at first but then decided it could not harm to tell him the truth.She had to tell him the other clause In the contract, she stared at the mark, apparently speechless. Finally, she collected herself and killed off a smile on her face.He could see the serious look she had on her face and immediately he felt concerned about it."What is the problem?"Logan asked.He locked his gaze with her, in a way he was looking more worried than even Joanne had looked."There is something I have to tell you.""What is it?"She opened her mouth to speak but Brock joined them." It is time. " Brock muttered.The Craven Sanctum;West Chinatown.Mere looking at the inscription on the walls with a binocular one could see the darkness