Chapter Twenty Seven

Logan’s POV

I entered the tavern where the bloody snitch is tied and kept, hoping that I will just see him and have a little word with him, but the boy was covered in blood.

His nose, bones and teeth have been badly broken.

“Please, don’t kill me,” he pleaded the moment I entered. I had actually thought he was dead, considering his limp silhouette sprawled on the floor.

Then I remembered him.

He is the young boy I picked up from the street who was starving to death, and pleaded that he needed a job and a place to stay, and pledged his unwavering loyalty to me and my men, but then again, another bloody snitch…just like the rest of them.

What is it with these street kids and snitching or screwing things up? Damn, I was once like them myself, and I fought long and hard to get me where I am today.

“Who did you take our info to?” I asked him.

“K…K…K…” he stuttered and coughed out a lump of thick blood. “Please, don’t kill me,” he begged again, saliva and blood gushing out from him all at t