Logan’s POV
I took off my suit jacket from my chair and threw it on. It was time to put everything in order.
I made my way into the warehouse, the darkest side of it where my rival Williams was tied up.
He was already beaten up so badly. I didn’t have to do too much. I usually do not get my hands dirty, but I needed to send a message out there.
I clapped my hands as I made my way in. They echoed in the dark room.
Williams was groaning in pain and I enjoyed the sound of it.
“William Clark.” I called out his name slowly to let him feel my presence. I am sure he couldn’t see my face, but he could see the bright lights coming from the door I came in through.
I made my way towards him. My lips lifted for a smirk.
“Please let me go.” He could barely say the words.
I chuckled dryly.
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