The Ultimate Power

Chapter 277

The van's engine coughed once and fell silent.

Two men eased open the rear doors and Logan hung between them, limp as a rag doll, one arm dangling, the other slumped across his stomach.

His eyelids fluttered now and then, but he did not wake.

He slept as they dragged him across broken concrete and up the rotten steps of the abandoned house.

Inside the house, the air was stale with the scent of mildew and long-forgotten fires.

A single naked bulb dangled on an exposed wire and sputtered when they shoved Logan into the center of what had once been a living room.

They dropped him to his knees without a sound of mercy.

The rope tied between his hands had been loosened enough to let his torso rest against splintered floorboards, but not so much that he could lift himself.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

The men who had brought him in swapped glances, had obeyed orders; they had done their work.

They stood back and watched the sleeping giant they had humiliated, waiting for what wou