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I drag myself up and swing it open. And there he is. Same damn face. Same damn eyes. But different. “Oh… you meant now? I’m not sure… I mean, it’s a little messy in here.” “I was in the neighborhood.” Logan’s suit is a little looser than Lance’s ever was, like he cares more about comfort than sharp tailoring. His hair is neat but not styled to perfection. And his smile—it’s... softer. Less cocky. “Really?” I know he’s bullshitting me.

The hunger for revenge devoured Logan's sanity. His eyes locked onto a vase on the table. Before he could think, he'd already swung it with full force into Joann's skull. "You murdered my daughter!" he screamed. "You don't deserve to breathe!" Blood burst from the wound as Joann collapsed to the floor, coughing up a mouthful of blood. She pleaded weakly, "Cough… Logan, I was wrong. Please… please let me go. Lily's gone... but we still have Gracie... I can give you a son... please..."

The bigger pieces of the lamp sit beside him. “You look good down there, gamma,” Logan remarks smugly. “I don’t swing that way,” Dean responds, and I have to hold in a laugh. Logan’s speechless as Dean stands to his full height with the paper bag and the lamp’s other parts and walks over to me with a face of annoyance. I open the large-sized garbage bag for him, to which he carefully places the trash inside. “Keep out of that area for now; there might be more lying around.”

Logan reluctantly met her gaze, seeing that she was a bit stubborn. “Logan,” he responded coolly, his eyes flashing back to his phone. “So what kind of business do you do Mr. Logan?” She asked, sitting next to him, really closely. “Why do you care?” Logan scoffed, grabbing another bottle of whiskey. Despite his annoyance, he could feel Allyson’s presence lingering next to him, close enough to feel her body heat. “Oh, you’d be surprised.” She teased, tracing her finger across the rim of his glass. “A man like you—you’re not like the others. I can tell.”

Right now Logan Carter was a customer and if he was requesting for me, I couldn’t say no, and risk being fired. As I got closer to the VIP section, I could feel my heart beating faster. I'm not one to be frightened by male confrontation but this was Logan Carter. His father was the founder of Carter Enterprise, a multinational company. Logan Carter himself was also an established businessman. He was the founder of Logan Group.

A new member of Foedus has joined them, and he serves as the whip during the organization's initiation process. Logan became a member of Foedus because he was Trace's cousin, one of the founders of the Foedus Organization, and the leader. Since they are both cousins, he always accompanies him everywhere. They are close to each other like brothers. Logan is always behind Trace and supports what he does, even if it's silly and so does Trace. He cursed him at first but his cousin never left him. Logan is the only child of politician Zobel Castillejo. He owns the Black Eagles. Their client was not only in the Philippines but also throughout Asia.

he pleaded, shivering and still bleeding. The poor man had a family to feed, a wife and two children who were on vacation in Europe. He regretted ever turning down Logan's offer. "Too bad, I don't want your deal anymore you see, I want the whole company" Logan said, smirking. He had a way of getting whatever he wanted. He was the biggest mafia in the world.. they often referred to him as the alpha.. because he was so powerful. "Damon!" He called. Damon appeared from the front door holding some documents. He handed it to Logan.

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.

He was the only one there with Logan; there wasn't any there with him neither did he bring Lorraine along. Logan is very much aware that he can be taken down even with a hundred armies with him and against Thane. "C'mon,Thane. There's no need for you to kill me. I'll refund all the money I stole from the cartel members. I'll even double it!" Logan said with a cunning smile on his lips, believing he can talk his way out of his deadly mess. He's still bleeding profusely from the head but he won't die. Thane smirked mischievously at his words.

I have been through enough to realize that these men are hungry lions, and they care about no one else by themselves. I really should have supplied the information to Lan without revealing my identity to him. That way, I am safe regardless. Also, men like to spite and ridicule the ego of other men, and according to what I found on the internet, Logan is not exactly Lan’s favorite, which means that Lan could decide to completely destroy all that Logan has, especially as I have given him the power to. Logan has a thriving career in the entertainment industry, and according to how New York sees us, we are the perfect couple who are madly in love with each other, scandal or not.