Mister Sinister Logan Novels & Stories

I’m disgusted and annoyed by his attitude, yet all I can do is cater to his whims. “I have to look after my treasures.” I leave Ivan with those words, then follow the Alpha. When I glance back, I see him sigh and rub his forehead with gloved hands. --- The elevator takes me to the underground parking lot, where Logan is already waiting for me the moment I step out. He looks me over, none too subtly, knowing he’d won, then gestures with his hand to follow him.

Logan eyes me to stop and I dropped my hand while he walked back to the almlost dead body. "You have stolen from a drug dealer. Do you know what happens to those that steals from me?" He asked as he raised 6inches thin needle up, "do you know what happens to those that feed my family's information to the world?" He asked again as fear strikes the guys body. I watched with a straight face as Logan dip the pin deep into his temple. No sound came from the guy in the process but as Logan removed the pin and dip it into his skull again with force, her yelled inhumanely.

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.

But Logan’s steady presence was a grounding force, reminding me that I wasn’t fighting this battle alone. "And I assume you have a plan," I said, my voice laced with the confidence that his presence stirred within me. Logan smirked, a spark of admiration in his gaze. "You know me well. I wouldn’t call you here without one." He leaned back, the faintest smile on his lips. "We’re going to turn their own tactics against them. Hit them financially, from every angle. I’ve started lining up our moves." As he laid out the details of his plan, I felt a sense of resolve settle within me. Logan was a mastermind when it came to these matters, and watching him strategize with such precision only deepene

He was the only one there with Logan; there wasn't any there with him neither did he bring Lorraine along. Logan is very much aware that he can be taken down even with a hundred armies with him and against Thane. "C'mon,Thane. There's no need for you to kill me. I'll refund all the money I stole from the cartel members. I'll even double it!" Logan said with a cunning smile on his lips, believing he can talk his way out of his deadly mess. He's still bleeding profusely from the head but he won't die. Thane smirked mischievously at his words.

As menacingly silent as ever, he whispered. "Do you reside there or are you only my mind? Who do I believe him to be?" I questioned, trying to make him laugh quietly. "Logan lacks a good conscience. Although he presents a positive image, he has dark sides. With everyone he interacts with, he has hidden agendas. In order to spare you from regret, it is best to inform you immediately." He warned but I interrupted him. "Aren't you twins?" He attempted to understand my argument by nodding his head.

Logan smiled cunningly; he reached into his shirt to look for something, then curled his lips. "Yes, of course. Who do you think I am? But I don't work without compensation. Think carefully, why negotiate with me? Marcus noticed Logan's hand, his eyes darkened. Looking at Marcus' murderous expression, I knew what he was thinking. If we evaluate Marcus' ability, he is not much inferior to Logan, but in terms of cunning, I need to rate Logan highly. He is an Alpha and has ruled a pack since he was young. He did not stop at any tricks to get Black Moon to its current position.

“What are you talking about?” Without looking away from him, Mr. White spoke again. “Don’t underestimate him. Do you even know who this man is?” I glanced at Logan, watching the way his brow lifted, his jaw shifting as he gave Tristan a slow once-over. “He’s a detective,” his father said. Logan’s expression didn’t change much. “And?” “A detective,” Mr. White continued, “that even the rich and powerful fear and avoid. This man has taken down more people than you can count. I was arrested by him once.”

The sharp, chilling sound of a gun being cocked sliced through the silence. I froze. My hand trembled in the air, the knife still raised. Slowly, I turned my head. And there he was. Logan. His figure stood in the doorway, a gun steady in his hand, his eyes like shards of ice. Behind him, Peter entered with a team of men in black gear, their weapons raised, their movements precise. And to the side, Sebastian strode in, fury written across his face as he immediately knocked one of my hired men to the ground with a brutal punch.

Sure, we know not to piss him off in the pack, but we aren’t falling over ourselves like this. Logan held a hand up to stop the man from continuing to ramble. “No thanks. I just need to access the Argyris vault.” Logan stated all business. This is a different side to Logan. Most people don’t think he has this side because everyone seems like a comedian well compared to John. But when he needs to be, Logan is a stern, authoritative man. “Yes, of course, Mr. Kinsley. Right, this way.” The manager smiled, eager to please and probably get us out without any trouble.