Logan's P. O. V.
The frown on my face seemed signatory as I walked towards the warehouse at the far back. I felt angry. I couldn't believe Layla would still wanna escape. I thought she was getting used to here. It's been three months and two f*****g weeks. Most importantly, I didn't know why I even bothered myself so much about her.
I lit a cigarette as I approached the house.
Dani is seated at his computer desk and he stands up the minute I walked in. Astrid is standing at the corner, a gun parched up in his two hands like he was testing it. A few number of my men stood around the room. Their heads turns to me as soon as I stepped in, like they'd been waiting for me.
"We're waiting for your orders boss" Astrid spoke, his men nodding behind him.
I turned over to the ashtray on top o
