The Son-In-Law’s Revenge

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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, it was the fact that he won't be getting any sleep that night.

***********

He drinks slowly from a cup of whisky, to keep him awake, when she had promised to send help, she did make it clear that it was going to take a while, at the moment he is more concerned at getting over all of this unscathed.

Logan walked over to the bathroom and

quickly washes up in the bathroom, rinsing away the evidence of sweat and goosebumps from his fears.

When she turns the tap off, he exhales in relief as his subtle heavy breaths continues —

As he walked back our his silhouette forming a naked imagery on the wall, he throws on her clothes as quietly as possible, anxiety

grows in his stomach.

His mind flips back to those moments at prison, lying on the bed with his eyes closed and lips slightly parted, he’s disturbingly. Worried about what might happen.

He looked at the phone again that just struck ten o'clock and stared at it for a while watching his chest rise and fall as he breathed deeply—.

His heart breaks as he faces the truth, a fact that this was what he was going to be doing for the rest of his life, a fact that he might remain a fugitive.

His eyes fluttered for a minute, he tried keeping them Open but soon nature took him gently to the arms of sleep— He snores.

A knock startled him and he woke, he stared at the clock as he made way to the door slowly. At first he checked his phone and could see that he had no calls from her.

His suspicion grew, still out of curiosity he opens the door for the man to walk in—

At first glance he looked like a normal door man that answered to the guests but there was something about him that gave him away.

It was either the fact that there appeared to be a stain of red from whoever he got the clothes from or the fact his knuckles were bruised.

He told himself that the man was an accomplice and had his hands behind his back ready for any swift move.

The longer he watches the man acting like a dork service clean, the more he is filled with conviction.

Just then amidst trying to clean and the Unease around the room, he saw the man's sleeves slip exposing his sword tattoo.

He slipped out the cold metal and with a swift move swiped at the hands that would have held the man's own gun.

The gun clattered against the ground a few distance away.

With hands raised high above his head the man stared at him visibly shaken.

"Why are you here?"

*********

The man is so dumbfounded by what he’s done and the fact that all of this had turned out different from what she was expecting, he

just continues to stare at Logan 's disbelief, double checking to check if he had any chances to pick a gun.

It was the last thing he would let happen, he walked to where the gun was and kicked it a distance away.

"No I would do the asking, all you need to do is answer a few questions and everyone is fine." He muttered.

He picked at the man's pocket and pulled out the the ID card as well, the picture on his license is eerily similar to the brief glance he

had him while he was standing there.

He was the room service after all but In the Mafia as well. With a need to be sure, he searched the pocket of the man who accessed everything on him, finding more proof.

He located a tracker on the man and crashed it under his feet.

"Now you are all alone with me."

He backed the man to a chair and tied him down, his phone buzzed with a notification that they were an hour away.

He went through the man's phone and could see pictures of him and Chanel.

That bitch!

He thought to himself, he continued strolling and could see more pictures of himself everywhere from the airport till that evening.

Based on what he had gathered, it was obvious all of this was a plan.

“How long did this take you?” He asks finally, absorbing every detail. “Even a pro can't do this… You have an insider right, how do you know I'd be here? "

He asked all this while waiting for a reply, he backhanded the man with his gun and watched him bleed.

"Now speak, who are you working with on our side?"

“I can't say ,” The man muttered.. “I want to but really can't say. "

"Well either way you are going to die, I am going to kill you anyways. "

He cocked his gun ready to shoot.

" Don't… I'd tell you who." The man stuttered.

"Speak!"

"We are working with —"

A gunshot rang through the room.