Dad in BLACK. BWWM

Chapter 1

                     Logan, wanted his ears to be failing him, but he knew he heard the chief right. He knew he was tired of leaving in a big house by himself and if it were just the woman he'd have no argument. But a five year old?

                   “Chief, isn't there anything else I could do?”. Not that he despised children, his sister has two kids sweet children (but painfully annoying and not to mention very loud).

                     “You're the best man for this job Logan”. Chief Armstrong, knew exactly which buttons to push on Logan Wilson. 

          “What exactly am I doing again?”. He asked knowing he had no other option. .

               Chief smiled, his coffee brown eyes wrinkling at the corners. “Her husband was a special agent, undercover to Brazil, who's gone MIA and according to sources he's dead, but apparently he killed the son of El macho De Grande”. 

                Logan's back stilled, remembering when they had been given a mission to capture the man alive, eight people died that day and her El Macho, couldn't be captured. 

             “He wants his revenge, Heather and Jade, are in serious danger”. Chief added and Logan, knew he was definitely going to help.

            But. “Why don't you do it?”. He asked his expression neutral. 

             ”Look around Logan, you leave in the hills and you barely go anywhere or do anything, you're perfect for this”. The sarcasm was there but he knew the chief meant well. 

              “I'll have the guest house ready then”. Logan, said but the chief wasn't moving. 

            Chief Armstrong, whose name really had alot to do with his personality and looks, shook his head. 

               “I'm going to pay you Logan, I need to know that Heather and Jade, are safe”. He said with a sigh.

            “I don't need your money Chief, if you want them here”. He said gesturing to his home. “Just say it and it's done”. 

               “Good to see you again Logan”. Saluting each other they shook hands and Logan, was walking the chief out when his housekeeper, widow Dolores, walked in. 

               Her eyes widened and she looked between the two, one in his five star regalia and one in bathing trunks and a tight white tee. Dolores, gaze stocked on the chief and so did the chiefs. 

               Her pale cheeks tinged the faintest pink and Logan, made a mental note to tease her later about it. 

                    Dolores in her late forties and Armstrong in his early sixties, but you could never tell Armstrong was in his early sixties cause as they do say, “Black don't c***k”.  

            “Dolores, always a pleasure seeing you”. Chief Armstrong, bent to give the woman a kiss on her cheeks and Logan, wanted to gag.

          “James, hope you're not here to stow Logan, off again to another crazy mission”. She said in a warning tone but her cheeks betrayed her. 

             “I wouldn't do that to you”. Armstrong turned to Logan. “We’ll be here tomorrow”. 

             Dolores, turned to look at Logan, her pale blue eyes questioning.  “Bottom line is we need two guest bedroom with fresh sheets and probably shop for a five year old, do we need to baby proof the house?”. 

           Dolores, massaged her temples, other hand on her hip. “What's going on?”. 

           “We'll find out tomorrow”.  He said his grey eyes assessing. 

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              It took everything in Logan's gut not to call Armstrong, and back out if the plan. What was he thinking he wasn't ready to have a kid running around in his house.

           “So let me make sure I got this right”. Dolores, voice broke him from his revere.  “You agreed to let a woman you know nothing about and her kid to come leave with you”. 

             Running his hand through his brownish locks he sighed a ragged breath. “I trust Chief and you do too”. 

        Dolores, looked away turning around to the oatmeal she was making for breakfast to hide her blush and Logan, smirked sipping his coffee. 

              Her husband died four years ago and if Logan was being honest he's glad. Cause if he didn't die, Logan was sure he'd be behind bars.

                 Dickson Fisher, was a real d**k, arrogant, abusive, alcoholic and most of all s******c. Dolores and her twin children had suffered at his hands. 

        He knew Dolores, had a crush on the chief but, he was happily married with three children. 

            Sipping his coffee quietly letting Dolores, make them breakfast, he was going to miss this morning routine, a quiet breakfast with Dolores and —

           His alarm connected to his gate rang and Dolores turned to him with a small smile mouthing he'd be fine. 

              Walking through his open glass concept towards his front door, he looked at his alarm console close to his door and opened his gate before opening his front door and walking out to meet them, Dolores, hot on his tail. 

               He saw the chief with with a little girl in his arms a mass of dark curls of dark little curls. “Wilson Good morning”. 

         “Morning chief”. The little head popped up and the chief set her down and held out his hand to Logan for a handshake, but his eyes were set on the little girl, who looked exactly like chief James Armstrong. 

                “Logan meet Jade”. Big brown eyes with golden specks looked up at him, with a small toothy smile. “Heather, is making a phone call and will meet us shortly”. 

          Jade, yawned and he heard an awww, from Dolores. “Come on sweetheart you look exhausted”. 

         Dolores, said and held out her hand, Jade looked to James, for permission and he nodded. Running up the front stairs she met Dolores, and they both disappeared inside. 

                 It took everything in Logan, not to question James, about the child cause the man looked exhausted. 

                        “Are you okay chief?”. He smiled a little and turned around when he heard his name. 

               “Alright I'll call you later. Yeah love you too mom”. A woman with honey brown skin, deep coffee brown eyes and a really thick body clad in jeans and an oversized sweater, who bore a even more striking resemblance to chief walked in with big puffy red eyes pocketing her phone into her jean. 

           “Heather, this is Logan Wilson”. Logan, put his hand out for a shake and she shaked him, her Palm soft and delicate. 

          “Heather Powers, it's so nice to meet you and I'm so sorry for the inconveniences we'll be causing”. Her voice was soft and coarse from crying. 

           “Nice to meet you too and it's really no bother I'm happy to be of use”. He said the last part turning to the chief. 

           She turned to James. “Where's  Jade?”

                 “She's inside with my housekeeper, please do come in”. Logan answered and she nodded. 

        “Our bags”. She was turning back to the car but Logan, stopped her. 

            “We'll get them. Please go make yourself at home”. The word home made her frown but she played it with a smile. 

            “Thank you”. She said, walking in. 

                  “Sir, with all due respect, what the f**k is going on?”. Logan, said after she was out of earshot. 

         The chief sighed. “Ill explain outside, come on”. 

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