All Chapters of 45 Days with Logan: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉Talon kept grinning, a sick, twisted smirk stretching across his face as he watched Mia tremble violently under my cold, unyielding gaze. My gun was pointed directly at her forehead. I was waiting, with slow-burning, murderous patience, for her so-called brother to arrive.“Please... don’t kill me, Bloodbath.” she said between tears, her body vibrating with fear.“You should be smiling... not crying. I absolutely loathe it when anyone cries. It makes the killing so utterly boring... right, Bloodbath?” Talon chimed in, his eyes dancing with sadistic, manic glee.This was the twisted highlight of Talon’s existence. He lived for the torment, savoring the agonizing seconds before the kill. I always wondered what kind of broken wiring in his head made him demand a smile or a laugh from his victims before he ended them.As usual, he was dressed in pristine, immaculate white, looking like a blinding angel of mercy rather than the literal devil he was. Talon was the perfect, terrify

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀 Demon and I arrived back at his house in L'impasse des Ombres. But I didn't fail to notice the slight changes in the living room. The television screen was brand new. The center table had been replaced. Even the walls looked raw, smelling of fresh, heavy paint.Worse, Shadow's tank was no longer where it used to be, and there was no even a sign of the cobra anywhere in the house."What happened here? Where's Shadow?" I asked."He's gone." Demon replied."What do you mean he's gone? Did he escape or something?" I asked, confused."Tiffany sent her men over here. Shadow fought... but he was killed."A loud, broken gasp tore out of me. My eyes drifted back to the empty space where the tank used to sit, and a sharp, physical ache pierced my heart.Tears pricked the backs of my eyes. I had just gotten close to that terrifying cobra. Just when I had finally stopped fearing him, just when I had started to see him as a part of Demon's twisted soul... he was gone.If I was feeling t

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀Waking up the next morning felt like waking up inside a dream. My body was sore, my inner thighs ached with a deep, throbbing fullness, and my skin still smelled faintly of his smoky amber scent.I was a virgin last night, but today I woke up completely consumed by Demon.I touched the bed, expecting to find his body next to mine, but his side of the bed was already empty.My eyes snapped open the moment I didn't find him next to the bed. We had fallen asleep tangled in each other's arms—so where did he go? Had he regretted it?Driven by a sudden, desperate urge to find him, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The moment my feet hit the floor, a sharp, white-hot flash of pain shot between my thighs.A sharp wince tore out of me, and I gripped the mattress for support.Demon had been ruthless and rough last night, but I loved every single moment of his hard thrusts. He showed me how much he wanted me.Still naked, I walked up to my wardrobe and grabbed the first dress

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀The news of Jericho’s death had been spreading through L’impasse des Ombres like wildfire. Everyone was talking about it, wondering who could have done something so brutal to the man who made the neighborhood lively with his club and his fighting ring.According to the gossiping neighbors, his body had already been taken to the mortuary on the bright side of Paris. Most people were genuinely sad about it, and that included Manon and Zenia.They were heartbroken and furious about Jericho's sudden end. They were the ones who filled me in on what the whole neighborhood was whispering about. Listening to them made me realize I seriously needed to learn how to speak French.“Who could have ended Jericho's life? He didn't deserve to die,” Manon hissed, crossing her arms.“Why would anyone think of starting a gunfight in his club?” Zenia shook her head bitterly. “According to a witness who saw the crime scene, Jericho and his men were completely butchered.”I sat across from them

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀Demon texted again, asking me where I was. This was the seventh time he had sent the same message, demanding to know my location. He hadn't tried to follow me. If he had, he wouldn't be asking where I was right now.It wasn't like I didn't want to reply to his texts. I badly wanted to, but I couldn't do it—not with Daisy sitting right beside me on the bed, talking nonstop.Ruby had accommodated her just like she said she would. After we had dinner, I had hopped into some of Ruby's spare clothes so Daisy would believe I was actually staying here. I didn't know how long she was going to stay in Paris, or how long I could keep up this act.If Daisy were like Manon and Zenia, it would have been easy to tell her about Demon and the wild sex we just had. But Daisy was completely different from them.She was judgmental.She would judge me instantly for getting myself involved with a someone like Demon. She was a good friend, but that was one of her major flaws. She judged too easi