2026-10-18 06:00:52Three tasks— It was all they had agreed to, he was to make her do three things she couldn't say no to and while her heart felt heavy about what it could be, she hoped for sanity's sake it wouldn't be something that would leave a mark on her heart.
Three hours ago.
At the Basement.
A look of awe filled everyone's eyes. He hit the blue eyes, it didn't make him the best shot but also the highest in the history of the family.
To show it was no fluke he shot at it again, this time making a show about it, he shot again and again … Twice more, all hitting their mark.
"Want more?" He asked, turning to look at her.
"You mother fucking —"
"Language Miss, whatcha language." He patted his lips with a smirk forming by its side.
"You lied." She pointed out. "The deal doesn't count."
"Well, I don't think that is how it works. " He muttered. "Not after you made me wash those cars."
"Well, I can make this easier… Three. " He signaled.
" Three? " She asked, confused.
" Yeah, three. You get to do three things without backing out for them and you'd be free. "
" I don't think that is a good idea, I don't like the sound of it. "
" Well, it is either that or you are enslaved to me. "
She weighed the whole deal in her mind and came down to the conclusion. If there was anything she wanted at that moment other than strangulation it was to get over with this whole deal.
She was left with no choice. "Fine." She muttered. "I am in."
"Smart idea, now let's make this fun… We'll meet In three hours and make sure you are dressed to kill."
His laughter filled the air as he walked out.
Present…
She had lain in her bed for one hour after the whole incident thinking of what he must have planned.
After he left and she was all alone in her room, she listened to the tick of a distant clock and let the cold from the AC seep through her skin until a numbness spread.
She knew there was no way for her out of this, If there was anything she could do It was to get on with the whole deal, still she'd admit he was getting under his sleeves.
Not if he kept saying things like that to her—
With trembling hands, she slipped on a pair of clothes watching herself as she did, and as the minutes tickled by slowly, she was almost ready.
Red and yellow lights blurred through the room from the evening sun through the window, at the moment she was applying makeup as she was dressed in a tight-fitted cloth.
She blinked at the alarm clock that read six p.m. and then rolled onto my back. Fear hit her in the chest, but it was quickly replaced by another feeling that looked to take over every bit of her heart rapidly.
She felt breathless. She sat on the side of the bed with her back toward the mirror with her elbows on her knees, and her gaze out of the window.
From his mere knock at the door, she could feel her heart begin to echo heavily within her chest.
"A minute, I would soon be out."
The fan whirled as sweat and anticipation dripped down her back under the heat of the
room, she wiped her neck and watched herself In the mirror one more time, she gave her head a small shake.
The door pushed open and she exhaled, he was no longer at the door as she had supposed but she could hear him in the distance.
Taking the stairs two at a time. The temperature of the room was a bit too warm with how heavily the moon streamed in. She found her way to where she was with a drop of sweat running a lazy path down my back.
"You look good," he muttered.
If she had heard the word or anything she didn't make any effort to make any comments about this before moving away.
He smirked to himself, he was filled with the true intent of what he had to do.
Logan let out a breath of amusement and headed past me to her door, where he spent the next hour on the phone talking to someone. It could have been longer,
though she wouldn’t know, because with my heart beating heavily she was lost in the moment.
Two hours later, she awoke to them pulling up at the clubhouse. Slightly disoriented, she blinked and then pulled her. hair out of its ratty
ponytail and finger-combed it and slipped my heels back on before getting out of the door of the car to the door of the club.
She stood on. the balls of her feet so her heels didn’t click, she walked to the staircase and slipped out the door as she emerged from the place that looked elegant yet comfortably decorated.
A wide dance floor made of panels blinked as she stared back at him.
"Now what?" She turned to him or asked to keep her gaze on him.
He looked around the room for the waiter and one soon came around ushering them to a personal seat.
What was in his mind?
What did he have planned?
All these filled her mind till it ended at a spot, it stopped right there at the moment the swirling moment that had him right there with her.
"This is easy, be calm. I would give you a first task."
He smirked hard.
" Here is your first task. "
She asked him the question again this time her eyes filled with uncertainty as she didn't know the perfect way to deal with the sequence of event that was running through her mind at the moment, ar one point, she wanted all of this to end , she was starting to wish she had not gotten into this bet in the first place.
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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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