Vengeance Unrestrained

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r he walked upon made a loud sound as he moved. Full-length windows opened to a city

every pace, he was all athletic. He ran his hand through his raven black hair; his big eyes di

r delay, he answered it. His voice was a shar

line – strained, anxious. "The security agency followed us to ou

V. "You couldn't clear the tracks? I had made it clear that th

fast, boss, there was

. He took a deep breath in to head off his temper. "Shut up," he said, his voice barely

not it. We are doing

e this in all of his words. He slammed down the cell and threw

nto the amber fluidity; casting a golden glow on his face. He took a sip and felt the heat g

ration – a way of achieving his goals without further complications. But it has gradually transform

d always been the rather imposing figure, a mogul in the business industry. Logan has been in pursuit of his fat

young. "You've got your fingers in the cookie jar naked, as fa

ew from his penthouse, he couldn't rid himself of the feeling that his father had been right: It was a recipe for dis

hold of it; his heart was beating l

ey traced us. The girl did. She was

on it,

he had to stay one move ahead of the security agency in charge of the case, and he co

gan, who longed to see the 'freedom' again he had been fighting for, it was a bitter reminder. He had co

end himself and what belonged to him. He was Logan Richards – the first son of

ery single sign of the kidnap, and get rid of anyone who could potentially link him to the kidnap. At the end

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like his mind was very much at work, and that it was emotionally connected to the straight

eeling deep in his gut. He tried to banish from his min

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ossible consequence of failure. That was not just a business transaction; this was a co

eminded him of what was on line. He was prepared to meet up with his closest allies to bra

at not a blot would be left on the legacy of Lo

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