LOGIN"Getting married?!" Jason bellowed, unable to believe what he was hearing. "You can't be serious right now, Dad, please tell me this is not true!"
"What's the matter, son, you should be happy that I'm finally getting married again since your mother died." "Father please you can't get married to this woman!" Jason's brows furrowed as he got closer to them. "Why not, isn't she beautiful?!" Logan asked, his eyes darting from his son to Mia. "Father, this woman is my...." "I think you've heard enough sweetheart!" Mia cut in rudely, stopping Jason from revealing who she truly was to Logan. She shot Jason a hateful look as she relished the look of defeat that was plastered across his face. "Why don't you take me inside, sweetheart?" Mia said to Logan and brushed the side of his hair. "No problem, come with me," Logan said intertwining his fingers in Mia's and leading her Inside the house. "Father, please we need to talk!" Jason tried again to get his father's attention but it looked like Logan was more focused on his wife than replying to Jason. "Uhm, I believe that whatever it is you have to say it wait, Mia seems very tired and I have to take her into the house." Logan. "Can we at least talk later..." Jason asked but then Mia intercepted the question with a scream. "Is everything the matter darling?" Logan asked with genuine concern etched in his voice. "Yes....I mean...no." Mia said, feigning a deep frown on her face. "My back hurts, I need to go inside and rest, and I need you by my side....all day." "Uhm..." Logan started, circling her hand around Mia's waist. "I have a meeting to attend in the next one hour and I'm not sure that I can stay by your side all day, maybe I could send a maid to..." "No, I want you!" Mia resisted, grabbing Logan by his shirt. Logan looked at her for a moment and thought she was in a lot of pain. "Well, I guess I could call my assistant and ask him to fill in for me until you're well," Logan said and heaved a huge sigh. "Thank you so much, darling," Mia said and kissed Logan on the cheek. Jason stood there watching Mia pull off her stunt, he was visibly trembling with anger and he curved his hand into a ball, as Mia continued to fake whatever was wrong with her, Jason couldn't take it anymore and exploded. "Can't you see that she's faking it father, she's obviously faking it, nothing is wrong with her!" He let out, his brows creasing in anger. "Calm down, son, don't be insensitive, now help me take her inside the house," Logan responded. "Take this thing inside..." "Bup,bup,bup, she's going to be my wife soon, so I'll appreciate it if you show her some respect, now c'mon, let's take her inside." "I'm sorry father, but I'm not going to," Jason said averted his gaze, while still fuming. "Are you going against my orders?" Logan asked him with a slightly irritated tone, he hated it whenever his son disobeyed him. "No father, it's just that..." "I don't want to hear it!" Logan said sternly and Mia tried to hide the smile that was slowly creeping its way into her face. To get into character, Mia deepened her frown. "Jason love, would you please do as your father says and help me inside." She said, stretching her hands toward Jason. Jason could hear the mockery in her voice and it only fuelled his anger. He wanted to storm away but he couldn't because he didn't want to disrespect his father and he knew the consequences that came with disrespecting his father and he was trying to avoid that. Mia smiled slightly at Jason and he clenched his teeth in rage, visible lines were running across his forehead to show how angry he was. "Hurry now, Jason!" Mia said again, pushing Jason to the edge. She knew that he was powerless as long as his father was there, in that split second, she had understood how much Jason dreaded his father and that was a good sign for Mia, she could easily manipulate Logan into treating Jason however she wanted. "Come over here!" Logan let out, jolting Jason out of his train of thought. Jason swallowed the words he was about to say and started making his way slowly toward them. Reluctance was evident in his movements as he placed his hands around Mia with his father. Mia pretended to place her hand behind Jason's back, she slid her hand down and groped his buttocks. Jason flinched but kept his head straight ahead and clenched his teeth, his anger was slowly toppling over. "Let's take her inside Father!" Jason said immediately, trying to conceal the anger and irritation that had enveloped him. Logan nodded his head and together, they helped Mia up to the room she was going to be occupying while Mia pretended to limp until she got to the room. "You can go now, Jason," Logan said when they got in front of the room's door. Jason mustered everything within him to avoid Mia's gaze but he could feel her eyes lingering on him with the wicked smirk still on her face. Jason hurriedly made his way out, he was so angry that he was having a hard time breathing, he needed to clear his head, the air in the house was too tight and it felt as if someone was constricting his airflow. Mia watched Jason leave until his back disappeared. "I'm so sorry for my son's attitude." Logan apologized genuinely. "It's fine darling, I hope he gets used to having me around," Mia said. "Of course, he's going to, he has no other choice," Logan said and opened the door, he helped Mia to the king's bed. "Thank you!" Mia said. It surprised her a bit that Logan was showing her much affection even though she had been the one to threaten him to get married to her. As she watched Logan take her shoes off, she knew that she had tread cautiously because she suspected that Logan might have plans of his own.The street outside the bar was half lit, half forgotten. The neon sign above the entrance buzzed like a tired insect, flickering between blue and nothing. Jason pushed the door open and stepped into a wall of warm air and noise.The place was crowded—packed enough that shoulders brushed when people turned, glasses clinked every few seconds, and the smell of beer and wood polish hung thick in the air. Rafe’s Bar was always busy after nine. It was the kind of place where people came to lose themselves, not talk about the things that broke them.Jason didn’t belong here tonight, but he didn’t know where else to go.Rafe was behind the counter, moving with the energy of someone trying to do five tasks at once—pour a drink, wipe the counter, yell at a drunk who kept knocking on the jukebox, and laugh at a joke someone shouted from across the bar. He was a big man with broad shoulders, a beard starting to grey, and eyes that always seemed to know too much.He spotted Jason immediately.One
The street outside the bar was half lit, half forgotten. The neon sign above the entrance buzzed like a tired insect, flickering between blue and nothing. Jason pushed the door open and stepped into a wall of warm air and noise.The place was crowded—packed enough that shoulders brushed when people turned, glasses clinked every few seconds, and the smell of beer and wood polish hung thick in the air. Rafe’s Bar was always busy after nine. It was the kind of place where people came to lose themselves, not talk about the things that broke them.Jason didn’t belong here tonight, but he didn’t know where else to go.Rafe was behind the counter, moving with the energy of someone trying to do five tasks at once—pour a drink, wipe the counter, yell at a drunk who kept knocking on the jukebox, and laugh at a joke someone shouted from across the bar. He was a big man with broad shoulders, a beard starting to grey, and eyes that always seemed to know too much.He spotted Jason immediately.One
"We'll have to let you go." Selene continued. Jason's jaw almost dropped to the floor. "No, please you can't fire me. I...I was only trying to protect myself.""I understand that. But keeping you here will be at the detriment of my business and I need you to understand that."Jason fell onto his knees clasping his hands in front of him, "please, I beg of you, just give a chance, I promise I'm going to be on my best behavior." He pleaded. Selene shook her head. "No, Jason, I'm sorry but I have to let you go.""Please, you can't do this. I really need this job. I need it to survive!" Jason tried to make her understand but she was adamant. "You know what, just give me a second." Selene said, she reached into her drawer and took out an envelope. "Here, have this." She said, "This should have been the amount I would have paid you after you'd worked for a month."Jason's eyes fell on to the envelope. He was devastated that his pleas had fallen on deaf ears. "Go on, take it." She probed
Jason hadn’t even been at Velvet smoke for a full week, yet the place already lived under his skin like a fever. The music. The strangers. The smoky air that clung to everyone’s lungs like something earned, not breathed.Tonight, he was working floor duty—running drinks, keeping drunks in check, helping the dancers to and from the stage. The dancers strutted on stage with glitter on their skin like constellations, and Jason, despite knowing better, kept catching himself staring too long at the ones who smiled at him.“Jay, table six!” Maria, the bartender, shoved two glasses into his hands. “They’re already pissed off—hurry.”Jason nodded, weaving through the crowd, keeping his shoulders tight to avoid drunken elbows. Velvet smoke always felt like it pulsed—like a heartbeat made of bass and lust.But tonight, something was off.Table six was occupied by three men in expensive suits. The kind of men who didn’t come to clubs because they were lonely, but because they liked to be kings
Logan gave her a wry smile, setting his drink down. He couldn't explain it but that very thing that drew him to hwe snapped. He didn't find her appealing that much anymore. "Any problems?" Lena asked after a an awkward silence had ensued between them. "Give me a minute my dear." Logan said, taking out his phone to dial the same number before he left the room. "Give me a minute." Logan repeated before he left the room. “Vince,” he said flatly when the line connected. “You there?”A low chuckle came through the speaker. “Always, Mr. Logan. How’s my girl treating you?”“Lena?” he said, his voice laced with disinterest. “She’s… fine. But not exactly what I had in mind.”There was a pause on the other end. “Oh? I thought she’d fit your taste. Soft voice, good figure, obedient.”“She’s decent,” Logan replied, swirling the whiskey in his glass, “but not clean. Not the kind I asked for.”“Clean?” Vince repeated, amusement creeping into his tone. “You mean untouched? Those are rare commod
The new city breathed money the way old cities breathed dust. Neon lights bled into the wet streets, painting reflections like wounds. From the top floor of the Horizon Tower, Logan watched the skyline burn with industry. Inside the conference suite, the air was a low hum of tension. Seven men sat at the table, all sharks in different suits—import barons, fuel smugglers, data brokers. None of them spoke first. Not while Logan poured his whiskey. The sound of liquid hitting glass was almost ceremonial.He didn’t sit right away. He let the silence stretch thin, the kind that made men clear their throats just to prove they were still alive.“Gentlemen,” Logan said finally, in a smooth voice, practiced. “We’ve built rivers of money. But rivers dry when the climate shifts. Ours is shifting.”They waited. None of them understood yet if this was a warning or an opportunity.Logan walked to the panoramic window. His reflection was sharp enough to cut. “The government is draining our channels







