Who Is The Bald Guy In Logan Novels & Stories

I wrinkled my nose at their answers. "So, what're your thoughts? Darien…" June pointed to the creep himself as he laughed with some guys from the cabin he’s in charge of. " Marcus…" she smirked, pointing to Marcus, who was tuning a guitar. "Or the ever-mysterious Mister Logan,” she sighed, pointing to Logan. I'm sure if this was a cartoon, my jaw would have comically hit the ground. Logan had taken off his shirt while he swung an ax, chopping firewood. Thick dark brown hairs covered Logan’s chest just as I had glimpsed this morning.

That on the 16th floor there is indeed a human in black clothes who is currently pointing a gun at Logan. Logan himself narrowed his eyes with a sigh "eh bang, aren't you fasting?" Exclaimed Logan, even inconsequential. The man lowered his aim slightly, but immediately got ready. "Yeah, basic. Are you fasting or not?" Upset Logan “Shut up!” Logan immediately fell silent, not daring to move anymore. He looked at the young man again, tall white skin 170. Yes, Logan smiled lopsidedly, nodding his head. It seemed that Logan could still dodge if the man in front of him suddenly went crazy and shot him.

"Leaving!? Which motherf*cker thinks he can run!?" A man in his 40s emerged from the inside—a bald, snarling, topless man bravely showing off his beer belly and rattlesnake tattoo. Logan swore some colorful language in his head. He had really gotten trapped in a den of crooks now, had he not?

Well, except for his friend, Bryson, who is so breathtaking. I kept staring at Bryson and I didn't even notice Axell was looking up at me. “Is the man from earlier? Who is he, mum?” Logan stood on his chair and looked at Axell. They both waved at each other and Logan smiled happily one would think they had met before. “Logan, sit down. What is wrong with you?” He looked at me, then he looked back at Axell. “He looks like someone I know, Mummy”

She could not look at Logan any more, she waited for her punishment, she still remembered the look in Logan's eyes after he had killed his brother, she was sure Logan was looking at her with the same eyes. "Bring the other guy in," Logan said and in an instant a man was dragged in, he wore dark t-shirt and a black leather pants, his appearance was that of a thug coupled with a tweed cap he was wearing. The guard had forced him down on his knees. "Did you plan this with her?" Logan asked. "No my lord, I had no idea what her plans were, she just came and offered herself to me, I didn't even know that she was pregnant," the guy said.

He is the leader of the Swarthy mafia named Enrico. Logan walked over to the man. He took off his tuxedo and handed it over to Giulio. Then unbuttoned his shirt and rolled it up. Showing a tattoo that is much more complicated than Giulio. There are ancient symbols made on the brown skin. The man crouched down and tugged at Enrico's hair until it revealed the face of a man battered by the many beatings. "You've been in big trouble to bother Zephyr." Logan raises his fist in a swift motion until it hit Enrico's cheek. That heavy blow knocked Enrico down and fell to the floor.

His presence was commanding and powerful, and I could tell that he was someone who could not be trifled with. Logan, the Alpha of the pack, was known for his intimidating demeanor, but the man called Leonard who was approaching me was a force to be reckoned with as well. He possessed a charisma and physical appearance that could rival Logan's, if not surpass it. Leonard was a well-built man with black hair that was styled dangerously rough yet looked nice on him. He was dressed in a black jacket and pants, a black boot, and black gloves, giving him a biker-like appearance. The guy surely looked like he belonged to the countryside.

He just sat there, gripping the armrest of his chair, his jaw locked tight as his guards went down one after another. And me? I couldn’t help it. I smiled. Because I knew how this would play out. They didn’t stand a chance. Logan wasn’t just some angry man. He was a wolf. A trained fighter. The guards didn’t even know what hit them. Within seconds, the room was a mess… two men groaning on the floor, another slumped against the wall, and Logan standing in the middle of it all, his chest rising and falling. He didn’t even look winded.

Spontaneous celebrations were breaking out everywhere, leaders of countries and planets were sending their congratulations, and then Logan sucked in a breath, his face paling. "It's Mitch," he said. Ellis was amazed by how average-looking the man was. After hearing so much about him, and the way he had wounded Logan and taken over the rebellion, she expected him to be... different. He had light brown hair, cut short, and a pleasant face. Average height, average build, the kind of man a witness to a crime would have trouble describing because no feature stood out. He was... ordinary. He spoke into the camera, his lip slightly curled as if the subject of Logan's baby was distasteful.

I've never seen anything like it. Who was this Logan DeAngelo?