2026-10-18 06:00:05He 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 robbed
of his senses.
A hand touched him from behind, and with the adrenaline pumping through his veins and his knowledge of black martial arts, he flipped the man to the ground with a thud.
The man fell to the ground before he realized who it was.
"What the hell man?" Brock growls heavily arching on the ground with how hard he had landed.
He was about to apologize when Joanne's heavy chuckle filled the air. It took only a moment to see him naked from the waist up with just his gun tucked to his back.
"What did you do ?" She asked, unable to control her heavy laughter.
" Why did he sneak up on me? "
"I didn't sneak up on you", he complained. " I just saw you lurking around and wanted —"
The bang from the gun filled the air again, it startled just him as the two looked unbothered.
"Oh, I can see what all this is all about." She muttered. "You were scared."
He rolled his eyes, the last thing she would want to admit to himself was being scared about all of this, not to her … Not to the same woman who thought he was a weakling.
"I am not scared, I just had to make sure everything was fine."
" It is just the guys having a shooting range and nothing more. "
" Shooting range? "
" I would show you. " She muttered.
She led the way through the hallway. Stopped when they arrived at the end with no doors or anything that showed like there was any.
He looked around cautiously. "Where is the door ?"
Joanne smiles sheepishly. "Stand back, you are on it."
He took a few steps back and watched as Brock opened what looked to be an iron door right there in the ground.
The door opened into a dark room that had stairs leading down to an even darker room—
Immediately they stepped in and Joanne flipped in the light. He looked around and could see guns hung on the walls in both parts of the room.
"Welcome to our armory," Joanne muttered.
Thirty minutes later…
With an ear muffler, he walked down the room toward the men whom he had heard shooting a couple of hours ago.
"Have you tried this before?" Joanne asked.
With the muffle it was difficult to hear anything she was saying, she dropped her gun and adjusted his.
"I said have you done this before?" She asked again, this time with a bit of attitude.
" Not really, but I took a few lessons at ten. "
She nods her head impressively. " Do you want to gamble on who hits higher? "
Logan, who had learned more from gambling with Joanne, laughed heretically. " It would be foolish to do that, you grew up with guns all around you."
"Well, you shouldn't be too worried about beating a girl. "
The men around made a noise jeering them on with echoes of " Bet! " filling the room.
"Fine, but I am not playing your game."
Joanne stared at him with a smile on her face." What do you want? " She asked.
Logan looked around the room and swallowed the lump behind his throat, he licked his lips in deep thought, unable to come up with a better plan.
"I was right, you are too weak to battle it out with me " she stated.
"What did you say?" Logan asked with a bit of agitation.
In his soul he felt the need to prove himself, he was very aware that he couldn't lose to her again, he had to do something … Something that would give him leverage.
"It is fine, you can sit back and watch ." Joanne stepped to the podium and rang out five shots.
She walked back and winked at him, he noted to himself that if he ever was going to get his chance at getting that bit of respect he so much craved, it was now.
"What happens if I hit those blue eyes over there?" He points.
They all looked back at him with a glint of emotion, one of shock-filled Joanne's eyes. She stared at him again laughing.
"That is impossible, no one ever did that."
" What do I get? " he asked again.
She licked her lips. "Fine, if you miss … You'd be enslaved to me for three days."
"And If I do this shot?" He asked.
"You can't. "
" If I make the shot, then I would be your slave. "
" Good!"
He picked up the gun and walked toward the podium.
"You know when I called myself a bad shot?" He clicked the gun. "I lied. "
Bang!
He was a scum for lying to her and she despised him for it, perhaps it would have been different if she had thought about all the words he said carefully before accepting the deal, but she didn't, instead she let herself be dragged Into all of this.
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He walked afterwards, moving gently down the steps one at a time. At the moment he considered telling the word he just heard to her but didn't, at least not till he had his facts right.But if there was anything he would let himself believe, it was the fact that he found the mole and Brock of blessed memories was right after all.After what seemed like a moment later, Logan appeared, his thick hair mussed from the number of times he ran his fingers through them , he had a broody expression even bloodier than usual. As he walked away donning nothing but a sleeveless shirt, running shorts, and shoes with a gun strapped to his thigh.He stepped out to the gentle rays of the sunlight with nothing but his shoes with its lacing tagging along as he walked past the guard manning the door."Tell her that I went for a run if she asks." He had barely said the words when he saw her yawning as she made way down the step with running shoes as well.Apparently, It was Logan first time he was seeing this a
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He turned and saw Wade stroll into the room, his gun still steaming, a dog wailing in the distance. Confused, Logan tried to process what just happened.Two other men from the Mafia rushed in as Logan fixed Wade with the most absurd gaze."You scum —"His hands curled around his collar as he shoved him against the wall, the room echoed with their heart beating heavily from agitation. "What did you do that for?" He questioned. "Were you blind to see that I was questioning him?""But …But, you were under duress, it is just normal I shoot. " Of all things that could be blamed it was surprising that he chose to do it in the most disgusting way and blame mere instincts.He was enraged, Wade's face turned red as he gasped for air, the other two men watched with eyes widened, the shock glistering in their eyes.He loosened his hands and Wade fell to the ground with a thug gasping for air. "Take care of the body." He picked up his bag. "He is yours now." ******Home, sweet home that should have been
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He changed rooms, the picture was probing his heart and he felt worried . He looked at the sign again, already he had sent a picture of what it looked like to Joanne, a message notification beeped in and he stared at her message.Joanne : We need to get you away as fast as possible.Logan: You are still refusing to tell me what this sign is for.Three dots popped up to show that she was typing as he awaited her reply, he drew the blinds aside and stared out at the cold night.Outside the night at the beach side was dark enough that he couldn't make out anything.His phone buzzed.Joanne: Stay indoors , they are around!Logan: Thanks!He dropped the phone and pulled out his gun. He dropped the bag he had traveled with and emptied the content on the bed—His passport and several other things, fell right to the bed. He picked it up and checked under the mattress for a stash of cash he had left there earlier, he groaned to himself when he saw it empty.If anything was obvious that night, i
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Back at Chinatown…Anxiety, panic and even worse regret, she cool feel everything trickling down her soul as she recapped the event that had happened for the last week's, she cool feel every bit of it hitting back at her in the most tremendous way ,for some reason it left a bitter feeling—A numbness that nothing else could feel than his masculine presence, the thought of being alone, all of this left behind a totally different feeling that nothing else could penetrate.Instead of the prickling feeling her body focused on the primal aspect that she had been scared and traumatized by the event.When she had asked him to leave, she didn't think he would take it that far. With a concerned look on her face she made way to the patio staring out at the sunset that was setting beautifully.She thought about his words again, when she recalled the entire situation that had led to everything that happened, it was obvious she was more wrong than right.Perhaps, she had overreacted by asking that
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He had come half way across the world to stay away from trouble and just when he was starting to have that bit of peace again in his mind he bumps into another.He locked gaze with the woman that had been the architect of this all— Chanel.Chanel, dressed in a sundress, looked straight at him, locking her gaze; he looked different from the last time they had seen each other. In a way she didn't know what she was expecting but definitely not the man standing there In front of her looking as though he might rip her heart off anytime."What are you doing here?" She asked.He seemed provoked by her answers. "I shook be asking you that."If there was anything he shouldn't be doing at that moment, it should be interacting with this woman. He shook and hated her with every part of him yet for some reason he found himself being drawn to her darkness.He was about to speak when two guards walked to the scene, at first attempt they made way towards where he was looking all fierce.Logan had his
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Logan pulls the brown bag over the man’s head, a hem of the cloth bag catching in the man’s ear. Logan grunts and lifts the bag forcefully, ignoring the man’s cry in protest as the piece drags on his big ear. The man wails louder which only serves to annoy Logan even more he drags the bag so hard he is sure there will be a bruise the next day as proof of this moment.“I advise you to stop producing whatever sound it is you’re making right now if you like that particular part of his.” He orders, pinning a glare on the screaming banshee. What an excuse for a man.The crying immediately stops and Logan nods, “Now you have two options since I’m feeling quite generous tonight.” He begins but his smile is anything but generous, it’s a cross between a sinister smile and a glare. The man shifts in his seat despite the ropes binding him tightly to the chair.“You could either talk and I make it quick or…” He drawls, picking up a knife from the collection of sharps on a stool behind him. “You ke
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