Chapter 67: LOGAN

A quick glance showed me that none of them was the one we were looking for, but they were definitely military, the hair, the build, the carriage; all dead giveaways. I looked back at my quarry, who was sweating profusely and not looking too sure of himself. She was crying and shaking, but I couldn't take that shit in right now; I had to save her life so I could wring her fucking neck for being stupid.

"Give me my woman." He looked around at all of us and his two mates, who were beat to fuck.

"No, everybody back off." He started backing up in a panic.

"Don't do tha...well fuck." She screamed loud and hard when the blood sprayed all over her face.

Cord had gone for the hand with the gun instead of the head, which was just as well because I wasn't sure how we would've explained that fuckery. I didn't go near her right away because now that the adrenaline was kicking, I was beyond pissed.

The asshole was writhing on the ground holding his wrist, but