Who Is The Bald Guy In Logan Novels & Stories

“They made you into a criminal!” “And who’s going to stop me?” He got up slowly, raising an eyebrow. His lips curled into a wicked smile. “You?” His posture was relaxed, but I could see the dangerous energy radiating off him. “We both know you can’t touch me. You’re too emotional to do it. I’m Logan, remember? Your little brother. So whatever plan you have to catch the Rossis, drop it. Just resign, bro, or step down so it would be easy to finish you all. Because I really don’t want to have to kill you. Don’t force my hand.” My chest heaved violently, rising and falling. My hands were clenched into tight fists at my sides. Sweat trickled down my back.

"That's right, Ronald. Didn't expect Mr. Lloyd to be so loyal to you, huh? The moment you were in trouble, I came running!" Ronald felt a wave of emotion. "Seems I was wrong to doubt Andrew all this time, thinking he was setting me up. Turns out, when I'm in real danger, he's the only one who shows up. Logan, you're a true brother. Tell me… How many men did you bring?" Logan answered honestly, "Ah, well, you know I'm loyal, so of course I came to save you. But… It's a bit embarrassing… It's just me. I came alone."

"Tanner's already here he's in my office." I follow Marcus to his office and I see the gorgeous boy sat on the couch in his regular clothes. He has a good fashion sense, he's wearing a crop top and baggy jeans so I can see his taunt stomach. "Hey I'm Logan, how are you feeling about your first night?" I ask him, signing and speaking so Marcus understands what I'm saying. "Holy fuck you're hot," Tanner signs and I raise my eyebrows in surprise. Confident. I like a confident boy.

"I wouldn't forget the face of the woman who saved me from the slave-pits. She was real." Then, a thought struck me. I looked at him with wide, hopeful eyes. "Logan! You have the resources. You could find her for me, couldn't you?" Logan paused, his hand hovering over a fork. He couldn't let her know about his private guard—not yet. He needed her to believe in her own luck for a little longer. He handed her the utensils, his expression carefully neutral. Despite the hearth-fire, the mountain air was biting. Logan was dressed in a cream-colored wool sweater and dark trousers, looking every bit the relaxed, domestic mate, though the power in his frame was always visible.

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.

I cock it, ensuring they can hear the imminent trouble approaching. Among the group, I choose to press the barrel against the head of a newer hunter, though I know the names of all the men who work for me. He has black hair and a tattoo adorning the side of his neck. Logan. His shoulders tense as he feels the cold metal of my gun against his skin. "Mr. Morris," he greets me, his voice trembling weakly. "Have... have I done something wrong?" His friends shift their attention from him to me, their beers held tightly in their hands.

But Logan? Logan was the best.

"Master Logan, Dr. Brewan is here!" A bodyguard informed him. Logan rolled his eyes in annoyance. He didn't feel like he needed a doctor right now. All he needed was rest, for God's sake. But he was sure they wouldn't let him rest before they let the doctor in and told him he was fine. Hope all went well for him. "Come in!" Logan finally ordered. He walked over to the couch and sat down lazily. Moments later a bodyguard brought in a middle-aged man dressed in all black who looked more like a gangster in the human world than a royal doctor. The man's face was very calm, with a neatly trimmed beard. His eyes looked friendly behind the frames of his glasses.

Logan used the opportunity to assess the man closely. Logan saw him as a man of unwavering determination and conviction. With his jet-black, short hair framing his face, his hazel eyes appeared to radiate a resolute intensity. They were sharp and observant, reflecting his keen instincts and unwavering focus when facing the forces of darkness.

Captain Logan said. “Good morning Chief Vincent and Captain Logan, I came here to thank both of you for repairing my Buster Sword. Words cannot express how much grateful I am.” Jin replied. [Captain Logan, a tall, brown-skinned, bald, muscular and bearded man, who is the assigned Captain of the Salvaging Division, he is also the only student of Commander Rick.] “How was your sleep young fella? Did you eat already?” Chief Vincent asked Jin.