Logan Mr Sinister Novels & Stories

She knew what that meant and scurried away, leaving the men, whose faces remained just as unreadable as Logan's, as they all watched Margot approach. “Do you have a death wish, Mrs. Sinclair?” “I need your help, Logan. And you will help me. " He tone didn't waver this time, and Logan's face lit up with an amused smirk. “Is that so?” “Yes, unless you don't mind explaining to your father why you never told him he was a grandfather.” Logan's nonchalant expression vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, lethal stare as he growled at his men. "Get out!"

Morgan laughed and Elmer, who was busy fiddling with the recorder, gave a thumbs up while smiling broadly. "So that's their plan," said Leslie. "What fools who are dominated by lust and greed. I'm sorry, Alpha, but your brother is indeed immoral!" "Let's give Logan what he wants," said Morgan with a smirk. "Let him think that he will get what he wants and that all his plans will go smoothly." "I will immediately prepare troops to capture him and all his men," said Elmer with a satisfied grin on his lips. Morgan nodded and left that place. He had kept all the evidence about the crime planned by Logan and Kelly, but he wanted to catch them red-handed and convict them with strong evidence, n

The sedan door opened. And Mr. Marino stepped out. He wasn’t wearing armor or even a coat—just a suit the color of midnight and the arrogance of a man convinced the world owed him applause. His silver hair caught the moonlight like a halo made of knives. Lenny swore, low and vicious. “Of course.” Marino walked forward, boots crunching glass, surveying the chaos like an art critic appraising a painting. His voice carried over the road. “Lenny DeLuca!” he called. “You should have stayed in your house, old friend.”

The man, taken aback by Logan’s words, stammered, “Why, I never—” Logan didn’t let up, though. He continued, his voice low and threatening, “And I know all about your secret rendezvous with escorts behind your beautiful wife’s back, Richard. If you ever speak to her like that again, I won’t hesitate to share your little secret with everyone. Now I think it’s best if you leave before I decide to share it anyway.” The man’s face paled, and he quickly made his exit, leaving me feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. Logan turned to me, concern etched on his features.

Less then two minutes, all the cameras were focusing on him as the young man started speaking, " I am Marcus Marshmello, a undercover man of Raven Mafias. I have working under Luther and Lucas for years and have taken part in their malicious activities. I, hereby confess that the attempt to murder case of 27th July on Street Park road has been directed by Luther Michael personally. He has the one who told me to delete the footage."

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

“Running already?” I froze, my heart lurching into my throat. “I wasn’t running,” I said without turning around, my voice sharper than I intended. Silas chuckled, low and rough, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “You always were a terrible liar.” I bit my lip, the sting of his words striking deeper than they should have. Slowly, I turned to face him. He was sitting up now, the sheet pooled around his waist, leaving his torso bare. His eyes, dark and unrelenting, locked onto mine.

I looked up, and saw Logan putting on a polite‘and an apologetic smile, trying to talk Madalynn out of the idea. “Oh, really?” Madalynn interrupted. “I thought she may not want to sing because she doesn‘t like me.” She then turned to Romero. “Father, am I really that dislikable?” she whined like an innocent girl. Alpha Grey's eyes were narrowed, and I could sense that he was getting upset – and dangerous.

Marlon said, intertwining his fingers and swinging the back rest of his chair. "All we know is that he's a doctor. They guy is also believed to be the Mafia's ring leader which I want you to prove if it's true or not." "What makes you think he's the ring leader?" I asked. Suddenly, the door flew open and Mark walked in, staring at his phone throughout. He didn't even spare a glance. He just walked straight to the couch by the window, seemingly unaware of his surrounding. "Sometimes I wonder why and how he's the head of LAPD and not you." I told Marlon.

What enraged me even more was the smell; they had used Morgan's blood to write those letters. “I'm not saying we shouldn't do anything, Logan,” Lincoln complained, standing beside me. I could see the pain in his eyes as he recognized Morgan's blood in the word. “What I'm saying is that your idea of killing all the renegades we have and hanging their heads as a warning is crazy. Not all the renegades in our basement are savages. For God's sake, there are children and women. Some of them didn't choose to be renegades, Logan.”