Cod Ghosts Logan Walker Novels & Stories

“Well, well. Didn’t expect the team captain to be balls-deep in his rival during a blizzard.” I whipped my head around. A guy stood at the edge of the showers, tall, built like Jax, with similar dark hair but sharper features. He wore a half-zipped hoodie and sweats, a duffel slung over his shoulder. Jax’s stepbrother. I’d seen him at a couple games… Logan. “Logan,” Jax said, voice strained but not panicked. He stayed inside me for a second longer before slowly pulling out, cum dripping down my thigh. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

LORENZO GRAYSON\ KERZHAKOV© My eyes couldn't stop lingering on him from the VIP section above, my eyes kept drifting back to the same spot behind the counter. No matter how many times I tried looking away, I still found him. Nick Walker. That kid had a way of being everywhere. He's neither too close nor too far, just close enough to stay in sight and it was starting to annoy me. “Enzo?” Kyle’s voice jolts me out of it.

Every respectful word that left Logan’s mouth was carefully calculated, hiding the monster beneath the mask. “Besides, years ago, when Alpha Maverick started suspecting me over the mysterious deaths of those pack members, you helped cover my tracks. It’s only fair that I return the favor.” Logan purred with a warm voice. “Indeed.” Matheus nodded with satisfaction before withdrawing his hand from Logan’s shoulder. Logan turned around and started walking toward the door. Just as he reached for the handle and was about to step outside, Matheus called after him. “Beta Logan.”

Logan said. The gangsters removed their guns from their pockets and the threesome sauntered towards the entryway. “You have to be calm, Charlotte,” Logan said when the threesome got to the first room. They walked towards the entryway and Charles opened the door gently. As soon as Charles opened the door, they could see Lucas standing in front of them. Logan pointed the gun at Lucas and shot him. Lucas screamed, he staggered forwards and fell on the ground.

It took me a moment to process the sight. “Logan,” I muttered under my breath, barely able to believe it. Logan Grey, a rogue and former pack member who had been banished for betraying Silverwood years ago. And here he was, walking back in like he owned the place. “I heard there was a meeting of the alphas,” he said, his voice carrying a confident, almost mocking edge. His gaze fell on me, and he smirked. “And I thought I’d drop in to see my old… family.”

She is the perfect amound of chaos and peace. -r.h. Sin. | Z Y R A | "Your lips look lonely would they like to meet mine?" The fuck. I turned around to look at the owner of the voice only to come face to face with the manwhore of the team. Logan Walker. "Ex-fucking-cuse me?" I was already pissed after dealing with two assholes today and god just keeps adding in it. "Are you a light switch cause you turn me on." He winked at me, still keeping his stupid pick up lines. I take he is not good in reading obvious facial expressions.

His face in the car window, battered and bruised and carrying the expression of a man who wants to say something enormous and knows he’s lost the right. “Thirty minutes, Nathaniel.” I close the door and cross the lot. My boots crunch on frozen gravel, and the sound is the only thing in the world besides my own breathing. The warehouse entrance is a rusted side door that groans when I push it open, and the interior smells like old concrete and diesel. Logan is already there. He’s sitting on an overturned crate in the centre of the empty floor, surrounded by nothing. Just like me, he has no weapon or backup.

Right as he was speaking, the doors to another armored vehicle suddenly swung open, immediately catching our attention. As we gazed at the car, my heart pounding faster with expectations, a man with grey beard, black boots, and a black tailored suit stepped out. Unlike Edgar, his face seemed relaxed, almost like he was excited to be here. As soon as I saw him, I immediately recognized him. This was George Logan, the man responsible for pulling the trigger on Lydia’s death. Finally, I could taste revenge, and without wasting any time, I quickly retrieved my phone and sent the message. In a few moments from now, he’d be begging for the same mercy he never showed us. “Do not waste your time exp

The two men looked more like giants to the rest of the men because of their muscular features, but their prey seemed to be more natural, and real, he was taller, larger and looked younger. "I have chased you for years, Logan, you have given the CIA a tough time, and me too…" the man said as cold smoke poured out with his words. "I'm not a bad guy, Twain! And you know that!" Logan muttered through clenched teeth. His words were evenly stressed, musical you could say; a typical irish accent. His words seemed to have stricken a nerve, "But you're the damn God-father! you are at the top but leave your cartels and all the mafian clans under you to carry out the dirty works…" he retorted.

The man of his stature went straight into the room and stood next to Vittoria. "There was someone who stole our cocaine. Investigate who the person is and take him to the place of punishment." "All right, boss." No one's going to get away from Logan. The man is very respectful of loyalty. He's going to kill anyone who dares to harass him. No matter how hourly, he will surely make the man regret having dealt with Logan Moretti. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Soon Logan and Kay will be reunited. What's going to happen?