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I shifted my position to hide her again. "You will not speak to my Luna, rogue. Only speak to me." I said standing taller. "Quit calling me rogue, you mutt!" he yelled surging towards the bars and swiping at me. I dodged him. Unexpectedly he wasn't actually aiming at me but at Aimee. She screamed as he grabbed her arm yanking her to the bars.

Logan's pov Sunday 25th September 2022 ************************************* I wake up with a huge smile because I don't have to go to work today. I love weekends because I can go to the bdsm club near me, it's called Club Sin and I pay a membership fee to go whenever it's open and enjoy a live sex show and pick up a submissive for the night. I'm a dominant so I'm the Master and dominate the Submissive who wants me to fuck them. The hunk who owns it is called Marcus Carlisle and he's been trying to help me sign a contract with a submissive instead of one night stands but non of the subs want me for longer than three months. Marcus says it's because I come on too intense because I'm desperate

Nick growls. "Lady, where I don’t see any ladies around here, all I see is a cheating whore.” Logan says and laughs. Nick growls and punches Logan in the face. I grab Nick and pull him back before he does anything else. "No, Nick, please let him be. Logan, I’m sorry. Please just go.” I plead. “You are mine, Mariah; I’ll leave if you come with me.” Logan growls. "She is not going any fucking where with you, and never call her yours again.” Nick growls.

he teased. “I didn’t even know Leonard had a younger brother,” I admitted. “No one mentioned you. It’s like you were... erased.” His smile faltered. “He told them not to say my name in this house,” Logan said. His tone was light, but there was pain tucked beneath it, like dust under an untouched rug. “What?” I said, shocked. “Why?” He looked out into the open sky, a smile pulling on the edge of his mouth, though his eyes were distant. “The name Logan Morano was banned. But I’m back now.”

Just whip the damn glasses and be on your way, I told myself. " It's not a story, Layla! I keep telling you that! I can't believe you haven't heard of Logan DeAngelo, the popular Italian Mafia boss! " Maddy went on again. Slamming the towel on the table and hissing for her to shut up, I caught sight of Emma walking in through the door. I quickly looked back at Maddy who was still wrapped up on the customer stool outside the saloon.

"Stay behind the bar and keep your head down. This could get ugly fast." "Should I call someone?" "The brothers already know. They'll be here soon enough." Logan and his crew took a table near the pool tables, positioning themselves where they had a clear view of the entire bar. He was a big man, probably six foot three with a shaved head and a scar running from his left eye to his jawline. Everything about him screamed violence barely contained under human skin. One of the Steel Vultures members approached their table and I could hear the conversation from where I stood.

He is impressed. "The Mafia!" The three of them say at once. "He is a Don in the Italian Mafia, because his surname is Italian," Carmen whispers. "Hi, what are the three of you up to?" Madeline asks from the door. She is smiling, but the three of them can just look at her. They all know one thing. Mideline can never find out that Logan is a don in the Italian Mafia. She will leave this down immediately, and the children don't want her to leave. Although they know their father is a criminal and a dangerous man, they want to get to know him. Besides, Connor thinks it's cool that his father is a Don.

"In your dreams, Maddox. I was just wondering if you ever get tired of being such a washed-up dreamer. You look like a generic extra from a bad beer commercial." "Ouch," he laughed, showing off a row of perfect white teeth. "She’s got a bite today. I like it." Wait. Why the fuck was I suddenly thinking about his looks like he was really interesting? Logan pulled back on the throttle as a small, white-sand island rose out of the water like a mirage. It actually looked deserted—just a few palm trees and a stretch of untouched beach. He cut the engine, and the sudden silence was almost startling.

Even the president wasn't really respected by him, and yet now, he was shaking like a stray dog beaten by the rain in front of Don Luciano. "My daughter-in-law here, wants to enroll." Don Luciano began, and only then did the man throw me a glance. "You are welcome, Mrs Moretti. I shall begin your registration right away." He told me as he gestured for me to sit on the sofa, opposite them. "Good, though a disturbing piece of information reached me, though." Don Luciano placed a hand on his chin. "What news?" "I heard my son's Bride here was earlier denied entry into one of your branches in Chic

Wishful thinking of him to hope the hot new guy would be gay, though, I hope he finds someone soon. We enter the house and just as quickly, Alexa disappears towards the kitchen Island grabbing a beer and two Jack Daniel's coolers for us. Troy pops open each drink, handing the southern peach flavor to me and the fruit punch to Alexa. We click the bottles together before taking our first sip. In the far end, where everyone grinds and dances together, Logan dances away with McKenzie. I bet the liquor has already intoxicated him, probably trying to forget the fact he came back this summer just to find Amber in Carter's arms. He was now a free man, and all he wanted was to have a good time and fo