Logan I Didn't Do It Novels & Stories

I breathed out and he stopped his story, “the day we argued about the brownies you promised me that it wasn’t you.” “You remember,” he said softly and I nodded. “So it really wasn’t you.” “I swear it wasn’t me,” he promised, “I would never hurt anyone like that.” I nodded softly and turned to Logan, “Please take those cuffs off him.” The words were barely out of my mouth when Logan grabbed a napkin in his hands and snapped the cuffs. “If it wasn’t you,” Logan began as he disposed of the cuffs, “Then who was it?” “Hunter,” **************************************

I am not so sure that I am as brave as I was a few seconds ago. "What do you know about me? Who are you to judge me if you don't even know me? Who says I am a gigolo? Who says that I am not in love with a woman?" Logan asks softly, but his voice is full of anger. "It is who you were when we were young. I am just stating facts. Besides, it was only a one-night stand. It meant nothing to me, and I do not believe it meant anything to you either," I say. I'm trying to stay calm. I do not want him to come closer to me. I have never seen Logan like this. Perhaps he is a dangerous man. I am certain to think that he is much more dangerous than I thought before.

It didn't have a grip on me anymore. I stepped into the light without looking back—never knowing that, at the exact same moment, Maverick jumped from the rooftop.

Spencer remained silent and lit a cigarette. Connor reached out his hand and grabbed one for himself. Spencer tossed the lighter to him. Then, Connor asked, "Where's Jojo?" Spencer took a drag of the cigarette and exhaled. The smoke swirled around him, blurring his expression. Connor hit the steering wheel. "Say something! Are you mute?" Spencer suddenly asked, "Do you know 'The Little Green Frog'?"

I needed clarity. Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “We were involved in a merger. Big money, high stakes. But there were… irregularities. Things I didn’t catch until it was too late. Liam blamed me, and maybe he was right. I didn’t handle it well, but I wasn’t the only one making bad choices.” There was a pause, a moment where Logan seemed to be weighing whether to say more. His eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite read—regret, maybe, or guilt.

Six years ago, when the Berlandi family accused Nico Valenti of leaking their financial records, I found the evidence that proved him innocent. When they still refused to take him back, I mortgaged my mother's restaurant and put everything I owned on the line for him. With my backing, Nico eventually became the person in charge of Saint Vito Port. He promised that at this year's council meeting, he would openly introduce me as his wife. But that night, I was stranded at Blackwater Docks. I called Nico for help twelve times. He never came. Instead, he was at the council giving my pin to my best friend, Bianca Rossi, and letting her take my seat as his wife. When Bianca finally answered my cal

she snapped. Logan’s friends laughed, but it wasn’t a friendly sound. “Look,” Logan said, standing and towering over her. “I’m just saying, don’t get in over your head. Leave the big fish to the real agents.” Viviane’s eyes narrowed, “Real agents?” she repeated. “Let me guess. That’s code for ‘men,’ right? Tell me, Logan, was it your fragile ego or your lackluster field record that got you passed over for this case?”

He definitely knew something, and it was clear that he didn't want me to know about it. "Just spit it out already! I know you want to say something, so just get on with it! You hate that I'm crippled, right? So why would you keep me that way—" "It wasn't me! I didn't want that!" Logan yelled back at me. Logan froze, his eyes widening as though he’d just realized the magnitude of what he had said. His mouth opened and closed several times, but no words came out. He looked like a man trying desperately to backtrack, scrambling to erase his slip-up from existence.

I wasn’t responsible for his pain. Loretta’s eyes flared with rage, and she took a step closer. “Coming from someone who literally murdered her assistant in cold blood to cover up her crimes,” she snapped, her words dripping with accusation. I froze, my chest tightening. The air in the room seemed to thin. “I didn’t kill anyone,” I spat back, my voice trembling with anger. “I didn’t kill Logan!” “Tell that to the world," she shot back, a cruel smile tugging at her lips. "Because as far as they’re concerned, you did."

I inquired, trying to unravel the mystery of Logan's unexpected presence in that particular corner, trying to piece together the unexpected turn of events. He shook his head and replied, "I wasn't intending to use the restroom" "Why were you here then?" I asked, seeking clarity on Logan's unexpected appearance in a place he hadn't initially intended to be. Logan confessed replied, "I had a feeling my kid wouldn't follow instructions and would do the exact opposite of what I told her." His gaze locked with mine, and a spontaneous laugh bubbled up from within me at the candid admission. Logan, sensing the shared humour, leaned in closer, his eyes reflecting both amusement and a subtle warmth.