Damaris delivered his work under twenty-four hours and two days later, I went to the hospital again, for the last time.       An inhale followed by an exhale, and then… I opened the door, the voices roared in my ears but a smile was what I put on my face because I had decided to deal with the world. Before I turned to the hallway to their room, the noises died out and the beating of my heart and the indistinct chatter of everyone else remained but through a bearable pain.       I opened the door to see James, Jennifer and Jericho watching a video with a laptop.      I smiled; they were having a good time. "Hey birdies"       "Hey Logan!" Jennifer exclaimed and rushed to hug me.       "Hey hun. How are you?"       "I'm good, thanks. How about you?"       "Never been be

    *CAMILA*_*      My eyes were constantly fixed to the back as we drove, luckily, he wasn't driving in full speed because I knew how much a 1958 Ferrari 250 GT LWB Cal Spyder could run. The taxi driver had it's attention and spirit glued to the wheels, while I tried to maintain a sanely rush so that he won't be distracted, his surging distraction would flair up an unplanned consequence.      Cash was paid and my legs carried me into the hotel with an immediate dispense into my hotel room while ignoring Mandy's care;       "Hey, what's going on with you? Are you okay?" Her voice echoed.       My breathing wasn't subsided yet and I had no freedom dotting in my mind because of Logan Creed, the man I was sent to kill was gradually becoming a mystery man to me, for many facts than one!       He was a low life, but It was getting pretty obvi

     Logan stepped into the room and marveled at the sweet woman before him. He walked slowly up to the other side of the table and sat down, taking with her eyes which was staring widely at him. He wore the same clothe from before, without the hat, Silence plated in their midst for a moment as neither of them could part their heavy lips, weighted by each other's presence, Logan couldn't help but draw his cheeks at the side to reveal a gorgeous dimple.      Camila zeroed in on his attire. He had just earned himself the title of a Mystery Man to her.    Everything he wore alone was the net worth of many popular people, with the Paul Newman's Daytona which cost nothing less than $17.8 million, where the fuck and how the fuck does he get the old classics?      Her lips were occupied with only three words «who are you» but the unannounced appearance of the hotel attendant slipped the words inside befo

     I got away from my table and approched him, but his body guard stood in my way.      "I just want to greet him" I said.      He looked at his Boss waiting for an order. He raised and flanked his hand, and the body guard let me in. I sat close to him, and brought out my hand for a handshake.      "I'm Camila Lipa and I'm a Croupier and the slots operations manager, nice to meet you"       He looked at me with his glaring eyes and chuckled. "Nice to meet you too, sorry I don't do handshakes." He said.      I drew back, withholding my hands. "Is okay. No problem" I giggled. I looked over his table. "You're pretty special, aren't you?"       "Seems so" he smiled.       I slid out my card to him. "Well, give me a call, if you need me to serve you… I can do it well, trust me" I winked at him sedu

     *LOGAN*_*   She cut the call and the doors were opened. They were all wearing masks, even when it was dark? Fighting would be a waste of time and energy. I had to let her will be done, I would have to live through it to get to the next. It was getting more interesting.      I stepped out of the car and raised my hands above my head, and immediately got veiled with a black sack, and they dragged me away.  ****      The night was going slow, slower than the heart beats I was listening to, and my companions were nothing but the sweet little dark dwellers with pointing tails, ears, and oh well, you know the rest. These rats made hell of noises, but well, I guess it was a little peaceful, at least with the gleams of moon light drawn through the fairly enclosed windows, and openings from the steel walls. Everywhere wrecked of metal and it's rust— I hated it, but if