The Son-In-Law’s Revenge

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He walked back to the table and  grasped the edge of the counter, closed his eyes,  as he rang home.

The phone buzzed and as instructed no one picked up, especially seeing it was a strange number, when it rang the second time Brock Walked to her with the phone.

He knocks twice before stepping into the room, Joanne who was brushing through her wet hair and staring into the mirror turned back to look at him.

"Are you fine?"  She asked as soon as he was in.

The phone had been buzzing, are you sure he wouldn't be furious? "

" And what was the instruction? " she looked back at him.

It was one of those moments she didn't like going back on her orders, if there was anyone who knew this it should most definitely be Broke but at the moment he was making a big issue out of it.

"The instructions were not to pick up any call, but… "

" No buts, just follow the fucking instructions! "

He cocked a brow in a cavalier way. “You sure?

Here she was under the. impression that he would just walk out, and stop making her feel guilty about the whole situation but all of this was working in a different way from what had expected, it was almost as though he had her all figured out.

Her heart fluttered so fast it couldn’t be healthy, by now the phone had stopped buzzing by the third time but he was still there standing as if to say that she was wrong and he was right all through the while.

It was just a mere interaction with shifty gazes between the guard and his boss but it was enough to shift the blame to her. There was indeed a feeling that she wasn’t doing anything to prove herself right, or that all this was personal and perhaps he wasn’t who she thought he was all along.

"Fine if it rings once again, pick." He muttered.

Brock nods his head slightly before leaving—

******

Outside the stall  Logan sat on a bench, He leaned back with his jacket unbuttoned looking bored,  and frustrated. If anyone knew him better than that they would say he looked devilish ravishing with that depth of darkness in his eyes.

He scratched the scruff on his jaw like he was angry at it— a habit he does when frustrated—but at the same time it never meant anything good.

The look in his eyes should have been dangerous for anyone involved, especially the passers-by. He rang the phone twice and didn't get a reply. Logan was pissed and slammed his hands into the table. At this point, he could tell that all of this was her plan. If he was sure of anything, he could tell that the plan was to make him feel less like a person.

He called the Third time and got the same effect, at this point there was also a feeling of frustration and agitation as well.

To prevent himself from being agitated any longer, he had walked out of the stall so he wouldn't take out his anger on the man who had been of help.

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Minutes became two hours as a soft wind blew through the road slowly, leaves rolled through the ground as the lone am sat still lost in thought as he listened to the low chatter and the scraping of the voices that filled the yard, but beneath that lay thick feeling of desperation that would have lead anyone into darkness.

It left a feeling that wouldn’t dissipate, an uncomfortable vibe the wind wouldn't dissolve

Everyone seemed to be easily chatting amongst

themselves,  as they passed all ignoring him the few that did look in his way hurried away when they saw his tattoo.

It might be unpleasant speaking to him, but it was too easy to look into his eyes. It didn't make any difference for the Lady who stopped right close to him and sat on the bench.

She looked like she had been walking her dog cause one sat by her legs still leashed.

if not for the recent happening in her life, she could easily fit his preferences of how he liked his girls to be.

She had almost dark hair but what he couldn't notice was her beauty.

He gritted his teeth when she caught him looking, It was unfortunate his personality didn’t match with hers but still what he found the most intriguing about her appearance, was how she was calm despite the

the dark ink that showed through his white dress shirt. It was vague, but she acted like it wasn't there.

"It is a beautiful evening isn't it," she said finally.

That was an acceptable conversation that he joined in on. It wasn’t like there was anything against him talking to ladies, so he indulged in the conversation...

She stopped apparently. "You look like you need a bath, homeless?" She muttered.

All through that while, he had his hands in his pocket. He didn't want to scare her away after he must have picked up a sensible conversation.

"I am not homeless." He muttered.

"So what are you out here doing?"

"Waiting for a friend."

Just as he was about to say something, a man came from nowhere and dragged the lady pushing her to the ground. The entire event looked surprising as he wasn't expecting it.

He squared to the man. "Why did you do that, what gives you the right to?"

The man shoves him back and he stumbles a few steps back. Maybe he was a coward, but looking at the man towering over him he didn't think it was a Smart idea to fight him.

He ignored the man and went to help the lady who was trying to get up.

Logan tries to comfort her. "Are you fine, is he?"

"You should go while you can, my fiancee is a very dangerous man."

The man who had been making a call walked back to them. "I would teach you a grievous lesson!"