All Chapters of Devour me, Logan: Ravaged By My Boyfriend's God-father : Chapter 21 - Chapter 28

~~~Logan~~~I leaned back in the old gliding chair, the dark acacia wood creaking softly under me as it rocked back and forth. A fat cigar sat clamped between my teeth, heavy smoke curling up around my face. My other hand gripped a glass of whiskey, the ice clinking every time I took a slow sip. The basement air was cold and damp, thick with the smell of concrete.Upstairs, the underground ring club was alive — bass pounding, people laughing and shouting, glasses clinking like the world was having a good fucking time. But down here in my private punishment room? It was a whole different hell. Red lights bathed everything in red shadows. Chains hung from the ceiling. Drains cut into the floor so the mess was easy to wash away. This was my domain. Hidden and private. Where traitors spilled their secrets, bones got shattered, and bodies disappeared so cleanly no one upstairs ever asked questions.And no one ever walked out of here breathing.A cold smile tugged at the corner of my mouth

~~~Rhea~~~ Addie cursed out loud, irritation scattering across her face like someone just spit in her coffee. “Why is this motherfucker with abs so flat they could double as a fucking ironing board for sad, virgin laundry still breathing?” she muttered, loud enough for half the sidewalk to hear. My brows creased. Confusion mixed with pure disgust curling in my gut. Why the hell did he suddenly show up? Great. Just fucking great. The cab had already pulled away. A sharp breath whooshed out of me, angry and tired. This guy was so damn annoying. Across the road, Sebastian was still waving both hands high, signaling for us not to leave. His head kept whipping left and right, watching for cars like a nervous deer before he dared to cross. Trying not to get turned into street pizza by some random fucker behind the wheel. Addie scoffed beside me and rolled her eyes hard. “I really wish that flat-abs motherfucker gets hit by a car and dies.” I shot her a cold glare. “Fuck,

~~~Rhea~~~My eyes flew wide. My breath caught hard in my throat. A full-body shiver ripped down my spine as every muscle tensed at once. I spun around fast, heart pounding against my ribs. My eyes darted left, then right, scanning every dark corner, every shadowed face in the red lights.Nothing.No tall frame. No cold stare. No Logan.Just bodies pressed tight, hands roaming, mouths on necks, people shouting and cheering toward the ring deeper inside. Lust and noise everywhere. The air thick with sweat, smoke, and something electric.My chest still felt tight.Addie noticed my discomfort and stepped closer, brows pulling together.“What happened? You look like you just saw a ghost.”I turned to her. Terror must’ve been written all over my face because her expression shifted to concern.“Did you notice anyone strange standing behind us… like I mean…”I stopped mid-sentence. My mouth stayed open for a second.What the hell was I even saying? How could Logan be here? Not possible. I h

~~~Logan~~~Fuck, man. Pinning my woman against the wall and fucking the hell out of her mouth had been nowhere on the schedule when I walked into the club tonight. Destiny, though, had other plans. It dragged her pretty ass straight through the doors of Nocturne Abyss like it wanted me to lose whatever thin grip on restraint I still had left.I was certain she had no idea the place belonged to me. If she had, she never would have shown up looking like that, all soft curves and stubborn attitude, walking into the lion’s den without a clue.I had been sitting in the far corner of the upper VIP section, one arm stretched along the back of the black leather booth, legs stretched out, the picture of lazy control. The booth sat high enough and dark enough that I could see every inch of the main floor without anyone seeing me unless I wanted them to. The second she stepped into the room a few minutes earlier with that loud-mouthed friend of hers, my eyes locked onto her and stayed there. S