Chapter 264
Chapter 264 #Chapter 12 New Beginnings
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The suffocating darkness of the bup sack seemed to amplify every sound and sensation. The
rough fabric chafed against my skin, and the acrid smell of stale sweat filled my nostrils. I could
feel the car’s movements, every twist and turn of the winding roads, and the muted voices of
the men apanying me.
They were taking me far away from home. I could feel it. And if I knew anything about the
Mafia… I knew that I wouldn’t being back.
Using every ounce of Ema’s strength and courage that was left, I tried to break free. My legs
kicked wildly, and my muffled shouts resonated through the tight confines of the vehicle, but
the men around me seemed unperturbed.
“Please!” I called out, struggling against the absurdly tight restraints around my wrists.
“Please, just let me go! I’ll disappear! You’ll never hear from me again!”
No one responded to my pleas, no hands attempted to calm me or even restrain me further. It
was as if they had done this countless times before, grown immune to the sounds of their
victims’ distress.
After what felt like an eternity, I felt a change. The car’s rumbling transitioned from the smooth
asphalt to the gravelly crunch of a driveway. I braced myself, hoping for an opportunity to
escape or, at the very least, to see where they were taking me.
Suddenly, the car came to a halt, and strong arms yanked me out. The shock and disorientation of the
sudden movement made my stomach lurch. I was hoisted over someone’s shoulder, the weight of my
own body pressing down on his shoulder, making it even harder for me to breathe. Despite the fear and
confusion, I continued my struggle, kicking my legs and yelling into the fabric.
“Let me go!” I screeched, wriggling beneath the man’s iron grip. “Let me go, you fucker!” The journey
on foot was short but intense. Every step the man took jarred me, but ther feeling of plush carpeting
beneath me as I was ced down gave me a brief moment of relief. My heart raced in anticipation of
what woulde next.
As the bup sack was yanked off, a rush of cool air met my face. Blinking against the sudden
onught of light, I tried to orient myself, taking in my new surroundings, all the while on high alert for
the next unexpected turn of events.
Instead of the cold wind of a remote area, I was met with the scent of polished wood and leather. I
wasn’t in some dpidated warehouse or a barren field. It was an opulent mansion, with intricate
chandeliers and plush carpets.
And there, standing before me in his imposing stature, was Logan. A flood of emotions hit me, a mix of
relief, anger, and confusion.
“I’m truly sorry, E,” Logan said immediately, his deep blue eyes betraying a hint of genuine concern.
He crouched down beside me, and his hands worked quickly to release me from my bindings.
As soon as my hands were free I scrambled to my feet, my legs wobbly but determined. My instincts
took over, and I revealed my fangs, poised to attack. But Logan, with unexpected humility, exposed his
neck to me.
“You can rip me apart if you’d like,” he said. “But I assure you, this was just a misunderstanding.” I was
taken aback by the vulnerability in his stance, a stark contrast to the usual cold, calcted man I had
come to know so far.
“You!” Logan barked, turning his attention to the men who had abducted me. “I told you to approach her
with kindness. Why the aggression?”
One of the men stepped forward, his face etched with fear. “We did as you instructed, sir. We smiled
and asked her toe with us. But she resisted. She tried to flee.”
“Your idea of a smile is downright creepy!” I snapped, my anger ring once again. “I thought you were
going to kill me!”
“Well then…” Logan licked his lips, his eyes shing with anger. The men, each enormous and hulking
mountains in their own rights, almost seemed to shrink beneath him. “Fight, then.”
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“Sir?” one of the men asked, his voice quavering slightly. “You heard me,” Logan repeated. “Fight. You
may only stop beating the living daylights out of each other when she-” He nodded his head toward
me.”-decides that you’re finished.”
Themand left Logan’s lips with a cold finality, and his men hesitated for just a split second before
they squared off against each other. My heart raced, my eyes darting between. the two burly men,
incredulous that they would obey such a chilling order.
The air grew thick with tension. The silent mansion hallways echoed back the sounds of heavy
breathing and the shuffling of feet. With a quick nod of mutual agreement, they lunged at each other,
fists raised. The first punchnded with a sickening thud, jolting my senses.
I watched in abject horror as powerful blows were dealt with surgical precision, each strike designed to
incapacitate and harm. One man’s nose burst open, sttering blood onto the plush carpet below,
while the other sported a rapidly swelling eye.
The elegant hall, once a testament to Logan’s apparent wealth and refined tastes, was now the scene
of a brutal and senseless showdown. Crimson stains marred the ivory carpet, the once regal ambiance
reced by the metallic scent of blood.
Logan, however, appearedpletely unfazed. He perched casually on the edge of his mahogany
desk, watching the chaos unfold with a detached expression. There was no hint of remorse or concern
on his face. Instead, he looked on with an almost clinical interest, as if observing an experiment.
My heart constricted as the fight intensified.. One man managed to get the upper hand, pinning his
opponent to the ground and wrapping his thick fingers around his throat. Gasps for air filled the space,
apanied by desperate pleas for mercy.
The choking man’s eyes bulged, and his face began turning an rming shade of purple. I couldn’t
bear it any longer.
“Stop!” I finally called out, my voice shaking as it echoed through the mansion. “Enough! Stop
this madness!” The men halted instantly, their chests heaving with exertion, eyes darting
between Logan and me.
Logan gave them a withering look and nodded, giving them silent permission to climb to their
feet and limp away. Once we were alone, Logan turned back to me, his demeanor changing.
“E, please understand. I never intended any harm. I only wanted to discuss something with
you.”
“And for that, you kidnap me?” I shot back, my arms crossed defensively. “Kidnapping was
never part of the n,” he said. “But here me out: I can offer you double your previous sry.
It’s a generous offer,” Logan proposed, his voice coaxing.
I scoffed. “This isn’t about money, Logan,” I retorted with irony dripping from each word. “My
family has more than enough. It’s about doing the right thing in this godforsaken city.”
He leaned in closer, the intensity of his gaze locked onto mine. “My ns are more than just
mary gains, E. I think you know that.”
Exasperated, I replied, “Then get to the point, Logan. Why am I here?” Before he could answer,
he reached out, his fingers grazing my hair. “You seem tired, E,” he observed, his voice soft
and almost….caring? “It’s been a while since west saw each other.”
I recoiled, but not entirely from Logan’s touch. Deep down, my wolf stirred, recognizing its
mate. It was an unnerving sensation, feeling a connection to the man who was partly
responsible for my recent hardships.
Logan’s eyes searched mine, noting the conflict within. “You haven’t been eating well, have
you?” he asked gently.
“I’m not here for small talk,” I said, my voice firm. “I want to know-” But my stomach, with its
impable timing, chose that moment to grumble audibly. The irony of the situation was not
lost on me, and Logan’s face cracked into a grin. The rich sound of hisughter filled the room,
much to my dismay.
“Come,” he said, his mirth still evident. “Let’s eat first, and then we can discuss everything.”
Although my pride protested, my hunger won the argument. With a reluctant nod, I followed him
deeper into the mansion, my wolf restless, and my thoughts a jumbled mess.