Logan Mr Sinister Novels & Stories

"Don't be too harsh on the glass, miss. You're already close to breaking it, if you're not aware." My brows furrowed. I looked at the person next to me. My eyes narrowed. If I’m not mistaken he was one of Carter’s friends. "Livius Israel Martin. Looks like you forgot my name. That's an insult, but since you're Carter's woman, I'll let you pass this time." I frowned. He looked at her formally. "I'm not his woman, Mr. Martin." He chuckled. "What are you, then? His man? That sounds crazy."

His arrogant voice filled my ears, making me feel utterly uncomfortable and a bit feared. "Let go, Carter. Get your fucking hands off me." I sneered, tugging on his hands. "My my. . . what filthy mouth Sophie. It kind of makes you a bit more hot. I think I may have stolen the wrong girl from Logan. What do you say me and you go somewhere a little more quiet and have some real fun." His voice sounded annoying to my ears. He was a pathetic excuse for a human being. "I don't think so. Fuck off and let go of me." I said scratching his hand but he just wouldn't budge.

There, in the darkest part of the room, his glowing red eyes connected with my green ones. “Run along now," I warned the young lad. “And get some water," I finished. With my eyes paired with my mate's, I walked towards him. The crowd parted like I was Moses, and they were the Red Sea, clearing a path, so I could go towards him. Sitting on his chair made of his victim's bones, he leaned forward. My eyes adjusted to the darkness of the corner. The smirk he had on his face, which some would call a smile, was a Sinister sign of how wicked and dirty his heart and mind were. He grinned wider, moving his hand to his trousers.

Logan listened, occasionally adding a sentence, cutting down foolish excitement with surgical precision. When one man bragged about skimming medicine funds from public hospitals, Logan’s expression hardened. “Don’t touch hospitals,” he said quietly. The chill in his voice cut through the room. “Sick people dying draws attention. Roads don’t. Education doesn’t. Steal from where the cameras aren’t looking.” The others murmured assent. Logan had a code—a twisted one, but consistent. His crimes were surgical, not chaotic. He didn’t rob to survive; he robbed to rule.

This might still turn into a brawl after all. Tina smirked at him as Logan came to stand at the bar beside her. Once there, he faced forward, looking toward the bartender, not at her. But he purposefully straightened his back and shoulders, making himself as intimidating as his frame would allow. He knew it allowed for a lot. “What are you doing here, Tina?” “I like this musician,” Tina said. “He’s one of my favorites.” Logan detected bullshit. “What’s his name?” Tina made a grunting noise. “What does it matter?”

the secretary said, embarrassed that she couldn’t get rid of the man waiting outside. Moriarty let out a frustrated sigh but ultimately accepted the inevitable. Whether he dealt with Maximus today, tomorrow, or another day, the man would remain a headache—just like his son. “Let him in. Cancel all my appointments until at least 5:00 p.m. Hopefully, two hours will be enough for him,” Moriarty said as he got up to pour himself a drink. A moment later, the spitting image of Lucius walked through the door. Moriarty narrowed his eyes and thought, Lucius Palmer, you really are a goddamn pain in the ass. Then, he smirked and stepped forward to greet his visitor.

Mr Logan spun around and spared Mrs Stella a rather demijing glance. “I mean to say, that Dante is will-hearted, rebellious, and certainly the most powerful Mafia lord, despite his age. He is influential, rather the most influential, and if you must get his woman. You need me.” “Are you threatening me, Mrs Stella?” “I presume not, Mr Logan. I just need you to do away with Damon’s Legacy like you have always wanted and stay away from Dante as though he is a disease cause he is not your course of worry.”’

His expression didn’t flicker, although I saw the way his fingers tightened slightly. “I’ve got copies,” I continued. “Stored away with people who don’t like you very much. If anything happens to me, or if this conversation ends without the result I want, you’ll be the lead story on every major channel by evening. Senator Lucas Sinclair: the golden boy who took the seat from a ‘corrupt’ man only to be worse. A man who funds campaigns with dirty money and bribes half the board.” He finally looked down, but just for a second. And then he looked up again, a slow, amused smirk stretching his lips.

Icy grey eyes menaced towards me and I could also feel the antagonism penetrating from the man in front of me. "I'm sorry, I hadn't meant to bump into you like that." I sincerely apologized. The man glared at me and I noticed how his frown tightened with detest. He was the same man Sinister held by the shirt. Mikhail I believe his name was. His hands suddenly grabbed my chin,tilting it threatening towards him, "Piccola puttanaget, if you ever get in my way again, I will not hesitate to rip your organs out and sell them in the black market." He seethed.

——————————————————————— Dominic entered the dimly lit interrogation room, his jaw set with a fierce determination. Lucian sat in a metal chair, his hands cuffed to the table in front of him. The sight of the man who had caused Evelyn so much pain ignited a fire of rage within Dominic. Without a word, Dominic crossed the room and slammed his fist into Lucian’s face. The impact sent Lucian’s head snapping back, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He glared up at Dominic, a smirk forming despite the pain.