"Logan, stop!”“Get behind me." She said, keeping her gaze on Logan" she paused . "You are acting this way because of him,?" “No,” she breathed. “This had nothing to do with him.”His burning eyes finally met hers when he turned “Did you think l am a fool?"She blinked. “You are not being fair."Vexed he walked away, she came after him again trying to meet up with where her was, she calls his name repeatedly but he doesn't listen."Logan ." Her hands clasped his round his wrist. "Let go of me." He slapped her hands away, she looked at him shocked."What is wrong… " she asked."I heard what you said, why Joanne."She was confused. "I don't understand what are you saying?"Armani walked to where he was with a smirk on his face. "Did I make your bit angry."Logan walked towards him wagering his finger. "Say that one more time and you'd lose your fingers." He threatened Armani laughed heretically. " You can't do anything. "" Guys. " Joanne touchef her hands to her temple. " You don't have to do this

Somewhere In Chinatown… Manhattan Slum6:30pmThe moon sets but doesn’t illuminate the most popular slum of Chinatown. The alley is quiet but not empty. Men dressed in all black loiter the alley, their silver blade tattoos either hidden beneath clothing or clear for anyone passing by to see. No one dares to pass by this alley. No one who ever does, makes it out unscathed.A man dressed in the common black wear walks past two men leaning against a wall and takes slow steps as he watches a man who just alighted from a black van parked not too far off. The man behind him whispers something to him and he nods saying something back that was barely above a whisper.The man beneath the hood stops short, buries his hands in his pockets and waits for the approaching man. He pulls at the hood of his jacket, shielding his face from the dim moonlight as the man stands barely ten steps away. He looks around to make sure they’re not being watched and if they were, only by a member of the silver blades.T

Four hours ago…A black SUV zoomed through one of the slums of Chinatown, tinted glass and private plates, it most definitely drew the attention of the goons around who looked on as it stopped right in front of the lifeless man on the floor covered in a black bag.The bag was unzipped, the man in it was naked, with a bullet hole right in the middle of his head that might have been the cause of his death, he gave no other hints of who his assassinant might have been.Logan and the other two occupants of the car made their way off the ace toward the pool of blood.He stood in the middle of the dark alleyway, he took off his shades and squatted till he was staring straight at the man's dead eyes that were still right there opened.With his palm, he covers them before standing back up."Who reported it?" He asked the other man that was beside him."One of the men here.""Can I speak to him?" He requested.The man walked away and returned after a minute with another man that looked like a l

It tooks guts …Joanne slipped into her clothes. She felt that she had stalled the confrontation with Logan long enough. She had to talk to him, and it might as well be now. She took a deep breath and headed to his room. It was after she pushed open the door to Logan's room that her brain registered the muted sounds that were coming from within.Joanne blinked rapidly as her gaze zeroed in on Logan's king sized bed.At first, she couldn't make sense of what she was seeing. In actual fact, her brain didn't want to make sense of what her eyes had registered.She felt her heart contract painfully.Logan was in bed with a tall, platinum blonde. Whatever scraps of clothing she had been putting on lay strewn about the floor.The woman was practically naked and Logan's face was buried in the hollow between her breasts. She uttered soft, mewling sounds of pleasure as her hands traveled up and down Logan's back. Both of them were a tangle of arms and legs. It was hard to know where Logan's limb