Logan’s POV
“Who are you?” I questioned. My voice was deep and angry. I couldn’t stand what I saw. At this point I already almost punched the man halfway dead.
He just smiled through his bloody teeth.
“I am not the one you want.” He managed to say something after trying to catch his breath for a while and also from the pain I have impacted on him.
“Who sent you?” I asked my next question hoping his answer wouldn’t be what I think it would be. Because if that was to be the case…
He remained silence. I tighten my fist. I was about to hit him on the face when he decided to spill out the beans.
“Please have mercy. I was just doing what I was paid to do.” He cried out in pain.
I gave him the cue to speak on.
“I don’t know her, she only contacted me to do this.” He cried out even more
