Novel & Cerita Who Is The Bald Guy In Logan

He barged into the office and found a strange guy waiting patiently on his couch. "I was told you were a busy man, but I didn't think you were the type to be too busy for your own friends," the man said as if they were long time friends. Logan had never seen him before and he doubted he was even from South Africa. He had a very peculiar accent. He was a black man, tall and buff, he had a built for a gangster or bodyguard. He was dressed in an all-black suit and black leather gloves; everything about him spelled trouble, especially the big scar that cascaded all the way from his ear to his chin.

the waiter said. Who could it be? Maybe it was MJ's dodgy bodyguard or Cameron, Kyle was still bound in his apartment, besides he would rather die than be seen in public with Logan. Logan nodded. "Let them in." The waiter left, and Logan returned to his work, and moments later, the door opened, and a huge shadow cast on him. He slowly looked up to be greeted by the last person he expected to see. It was definitely a bodyguard, just not the one he expected to see. "Thuso," he said, putting aside his work. He intertwined his hands on the desk and looked up at the big guy. "What do I owe this pleasure?"

They both replied in jinx and that left us speechless. "Who's Skyler and who's Sven? Can you both reply formally and maturely? You're in front of the pack leader and not some teenage assistant." Logan stated irritatedly. Only the goddess knows why Logan has been picking on these two since they got here. Like he knew them from somewhere or there was some kind of history... Bad history precisely that he had with them. Well, that's not something I want to bother myself with at the moment. "I'm Skyler." The first guy expressed.

By the time he got there, his own men had dragged the two intruders down and they were sprawled on the forest ground. When he got there, he towered over the men on the ground, trying to intimidate them with his alpha strength. He knew that if they were spies, they would act nervous within minutes. He gestured to his own men to drag the other men up and they did. The first man was tall, with gingery hair and a very full beard, while the other one was bald and shorter. Logan stared at the two man, making sure to keep his face steely and grim. "And what are you doing close to my border?" He asked.

The two men looked more like giants to the rest of the men because of their muscular features, but their prey seemed to be more natural, and real, he was taller, larger and looked younger. "I have chased you for years, Logan, you have given the CIA a tough time, and me too…" the man said as cold smoke poured out with his words. "I'm not a bad guy, Twain! And you know that!" Logan muttered through clenched teeth. His words were evenly stressed, musical you could say; a typical irish accent. His words seemed to have stricken a nerve, "But you're the damn God-father! you are at the top but leave your cartels and all the mafian clans under you to carry out the dirty works…" he retorted.

They moved with a precision that spoke of discipline, their presence commanding and overwhelming. The largest of them stepped forward, shifting seamlessly into a tall, broad-shouldered man. His dark hair fell in loose waves around his face, and his piercing green eyes fixed on Ryland. “Alpha Ryland,” the man said, his deep voice resonating in the silence. “You’ve been busy.” Ryland straightened, his stance firm despite the obvious toll the fight had taken on him. “Logan.” Logan’s gaze shifted to me, then to the twins. His eyes narrowed slightly, and I felt exposed under his scrutiny. “And this must be the family you’ve been hiding.”

"Stay behind the bar and keep your head down. This could get ugly fast." "Should I call someone?" "The brothers already know. They'll be here soon enough." Logan and his crew took a table near the pool tables, positioning themselves where they had a clear view of the entire bar. He was a big man, probably six foot three with a shaved head and a scar running from his left eye to his jawline. Everything about him screamed violence barely contained under human skin. One of the Steel Vultures members approached their table and I could hear the conversation from where I stood.

He looked like John, but if John had a scruffy beard and was half a foot shorter wearing black biker boots, worn jeans, and a red plaid work shirt left unbuttoned over a black muscle shirt. And damn, does this man have muscles. He probably has as much possibly more muscle than John. Crap, now I’m thinking about John shirtless. “Who… who are you?” I blinked. “Logan, the groom for the Christian wedding.” he introduced himself. I sat up straighter, eyes wide. Oh, fuck, this is the Alpha of the pack whose territory I’ve been unknowingly living on.

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Logan I stood there with my blood boiling as this guy who I had no damn idea who he was, stared back at me with a stupid smile on his face. He extended an arm out to me, making my jaw clench, but my son was here. I wasn't going to make a scene in front of him. "So, you're the infamous Logan? Nice to meet you, man." He says smiling.

He raises his hands to the sides taking one step back. "Whatever you say, Logan! I didn't even know you were going to be here, ok. But don't worry, we were just leaving." I look uto the side and see Amber making out with a guy on the balcony. I chuckle, nodding my head and folding my hands over my chest. I should of known, unbelievable.