The Son-In-Law’s Revenge

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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 picked up the call — He thought to himself.

The woman's hands clasped with the man and tugged at his with every bit of urgency. He could see the panic in her eyes as well, the dark feeling embedded in the dark core of her eyes.

He counted them without moving, there was a faint buzz of expectation in their eyes as they walked around with their hood pulled low.

Surrounded by the quiet stillness of the environment, he looked straight at the man who had started this all, the man with a smirk on his face.

"Told you were going to pay for hitting me," he muttered.

"Trust me, the last thing you would want to do is hit me, don't you know who I am? " Logan though with a heavy beating heart tried talking out of the situation.

The men looked at him oblivious, if they knew what all this was about he couldn't quite tell as all he did at that moment was listen to his own

labored breathing.

"Who are you?" He asked before saying something that made the rest of the men laugh heretically.

"In case you don't know, there is just one of you and more of us."

" Trust me you should have listened to her when she asked you to … " He covered the rest of the steps and sent a punch to his stomach that made him groan in pain. "Run." He completed the rest of the word.

The girl fidgeted as the man walked up to her, he cupped her face in his palms feeling how soft she was, anxiety filled the air while the Man chatted away about how the woman had run away from him after making a mess of the entire situation.

He could feel the heat of two men as they stood behind him gripping him from behind, he tried to to fight his way out but was overpowered by another man, the another.

With four men, he fell right to the knees, it was as though he was  In a dream world, He looked up to see the man working his hands through her skin, Then he’d nuzzle her neck and trail his warm lips along her jaw until their mouths met, she seemed hesitant to kiss him at first but then he forced her to, he smiles sheepishly at Logan that let her eyes drift shut, before kicking him again.

Every square inch of his body hurt. he’d completed what felt like a herculean task by getting himself into a sitting position and sliding her way over to the ground away from the men, by now he was bleeding from the numerous times they had hit him.

He fought against the waves of  blackness that threatened to take over his mind, the move he made was excruciating, and his  immediate

plan was to put as much distance between herself and this location before they continued with the assault.

He paused and waited  until the urge to spit out his guts and faint had passed—

"You don't know the trouble you are getting yourself into ."

He sat still eavesdropping on the state at which their heart was beating when one of the other men pulled him up he clung to the back edge of his shirt as he pulled himself up.

If the man had been expecting to see fear in her eyes, he was deeply left in the shambles of his thoughts as all that filled Logan's face was a peal of bitter laughter.

Everyone fell silent when he spat at the man, a gasp escaped the young woman he had been with a couple of seconds ago.

Headbutting Logan and leaving  him to fall to the ground with a thud, he  spread his

arms, palms open.

“Just make this easier for yourself, plead for mercy. " He said, his voice carrying all across the commons.

What kind of mother fucker was he? The thought weighed in his mind, he tried to shake it off but it remained there steadfast.

He continued questioning the deepest part of his soul, his mind hovering around the fact that the night could be his last night and it was all because of her insecurities.

They kept hitting him now, not stopping, not pausing each second felt like an eternity enough that he had no idea how he was going to get out of this mess he’d landed in.

His cell phone was in that car and his attempt to contact them was, seeking him out in his mind, it only stopped with a mere spark of sensation that may or may not have been him, it left a feeling sinking in down to the core of his mind as could feel himself fading out.

Regardless of what it was, the feeling it had

quickly fizzled out leaving him feeling empty and alone once again.

"You should learn from that and not come after our women."