I Didn't Do It Logan Novels & Stories

I can’t do that again. “Logan. For real. Don’t say anything to her. Promise me, please?” Logan heaves a huge sigh but finally agrees, like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done. “What else did you want to debrief on? The guys were funny, except for James. Something is up with him. Did you ask him later on if he was okay?” Logan looks at me like I’m weird to suggest it. “No, he’s a grown man. He’ll talk about it if he wants to. You handled Elias well, and it seems like you’ll get along well with the Triple Threat.”

As Charles was pushed into the incinerator, Logan filmed the entire process and put it up on my social media page. However, there was no response. Logan’s patience ran thin. He spammed me with voice messages. “Coral, if you don’t show up now, I’ll dump your father’s ashes straight into the sewer. “You’ll never find him again. “This is your final chance to show yourself to me.” Logan had never sent me so many messages since Elise came into our lives. However, his attempts to communicate were met with silence. Time went by. Slumping against his bench, Logan clenched the phone in his hand.

“Logan, you kissed her?” He stepped forward quickly, reaching for my hands. “No… listen, it wasn’t like that. I didn’t want it. She… she literally grabbed me. I was shocked. I pushed her off immediately. I swear on my life, Liv, I didn’t kiss her back. I didn’t want her. I never wanted her.” I pulled my hands back sharply. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He froze. My voice cracked open. “Logan, why didn’t you tell me THAT DAY? Why didn’t you tell me when I walked in and saw you both looking… weird? Why didn’t you say anything when you pushed me out of your house and defended HER?”

She slipped her arms around him from behind and purred, "Logan, it's so cold tonight… can I sleep in your arms?" He gave a harsh snort and shoved her to the floor. "Cold? Was Lily cold when she bled out on that operating table? You told me it was just a simple blood test. So, explain how my daughter ended up dead!" Joann winced, biting her lip. "I... I don't know." Logan grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the TV, slamming her face toward the screen as footage played. "On my wedding night, you pretended to be Bella and crawled into my bed, making me too ashamed to ever face her again.

We already went through a lot together—we played, went to school, endured our father’s training, and even suffered punishments together. I noticed that Logan didn’t respond to my question, so I stopped running and glanced back at him. He bit his lips and looked down on the ground, looking disappointed. “What happened, bro?” I asked. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. “Nothing important. Trina just told me that she liked somebody else.” I frowned. “Who?” I asked, concern laced in my voice. He didn’t respond and just looked me straight in the eyes. I cocked my head to the side in confusion. Why wasn’t he saying anything?

“Don’t you care that your cousin might be dying right now? I know she did many bad things to you, but I don’t think you want to see her dead as much as she wants you dead.” I turned and looked at Logan with a raised eyebrow. “Do you have something to say to me Logan?” he hesitated, and I knew something was up. “Logan, what have you done?” He scratched his hair avoiding eye contact. “You just said you don’t care about her, so, why do you want to know?” this man is testing me. “I never said I don’t care, I said I don’t know how to feel about her. now tell me what you did?” he stood up and went to stand by the door.

Abby Logan’s smirk unsettles me. It feels as though he somehow has the upper hand in a game I didn’t even know we were playing. “I don’t understand, Logan. What are you talking about?” My voice is steady, but inside, I feel anything but. Logan leans against the door frame, casual as ever. “Ken didn’t tell you?” He raises an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “I thought after our chat on the day of the cook-off, he would fill you in.”

This just seems like something Logan would do. Logan gasps. "Wow, Danny, I can't believe you'd think that about me! How dare you!? Do you really think I'd put your and Trisha's life in danger just to play games with you? I am not a fucking psycho, believe it or not," Logan snaps. Hmm...isn't he thought?

I inquired, seeking confirmation. Logan hesitated, his fingers running through his hair as he struggled to articulate his feelings. "I don't know, Ryder. But there's something about her that feels different, unlike any other girl. I feel... possessive over her. It's hard to explain, but I genuinely want her all to myself," he stammered, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. This was a side of Logan Mancini that I had never witnessed before. "Don't worry, Logan. You'll figure it out, just as Alex did. The key is to be honest with her and have an open conversation before it's too late," I advised, offering a supportive nod.

"And you didn't simply sleep on the rooftop, did you?" Silence swallowed the room. Logan watched his brother, the smile dying from his face. He sighed. "Alright," he said, pushing himself away from the wall. "What did Dylan tell you?" Lucas frowned even more. "The truth," he answered. "Fuck," Logan muttered under his breath.