Married to the loveless CEO-Chapter 87: I am no longer a boy

One uncle down, two more to go.

An awful silence hung in the air as Logan had just shot Mike Preston dead on the spot without thinking twice.

"I am no longer a boy," Logan stated, staring emotionlessly at his uncle’s dead body on the floor that was bathing in his own blood.

"Anyone else who wants to condescend me?" Logan inquired staring at his two uncles and business partners.

There was no response as they tried to avoid eye contact with him after just witnessing how he took his own uncle’s life mercilessly.

"Take care of the body," Logan ended walking out of the study and out of the safehouse.

"He should have seen this coming. Mike was way too talkative for his own good," Salvador started once Logan was gone.

"But most importantly, we should plan on how to get rid of Logan or else, we might all end up like Mike some day," Roberte suggested.

"I agree," Salvador replied.

They were just four in the room now including Anita Manchester. They others had followed suit after Logan left.

"What do you say Anita?" Salvador asked but Anita stood up and left too without responding. She wasn’t going to take part in whatever sick plan they had in stored for Logan.

She is going to relay this to Logan and warn him, although he was already aware of his uncles detest towards him. She didn’t really expect him to kill Mike today, she guess he had already had it up to here with the old man.

She has known Logan since he was a kid, even before he got adopted by the Prestons and she would very much like her daughter to get married to him, so she was in Logan favour.

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Logan didn’t go home, instead he drove his car to a bar. He drank more than he had expected and became drunk eventually.

"Are you sure you can go home on your own, sir? You are really drunk, can you drive like this?" one of the bar attendants at the counter said to him, worriedly.

Logan just nodded at him.

"Should I call someone to pick you up?" the bar attendant asked.

"No," Logan shook his head. "I can manage," he added, standing up. He began to walk out of the bar, staggering a little due to his intoxicated state.

He can’t believe Fi had already sealed the deal, he must have been enjoying fighting him that time, amusing himself with Logan’s pathetic ignorance.

Logan didn’t care about his uncle that he killed, he was going to kill them anyway- It was kill or be killed in the underworld.

He managed to get into his car, he was lucky that it was already late, so the roads were traffic free and less crowded.

He drove for a while until he finally came to an halt in front of a house. He didn’t know why he had come here of all places, he just found himself here as if, he just instinctively wants to see her again.

It’s been a while.

Sentencia couldn’t sleep and so decided to watch a movie till she falls asleep. A knock on her door got her brows creasing. It was so late already, who must that be?

She stood up, she really feels lucky that her door had a door hole she could spy through to see who the unknown visitor was.

She stood up and did just that.

Logan?

She opened the door and he fell towards her leaning his weight on her shoulder, she almost fell to the floor. He was drunk?

"Logan?" she called as she quickly shuts and locked her door.

He was so heavy on her, they soon fell to the ground. Sentencia managed to push him away from her and then she sat up.

"You are so wasted, Logan. Just a minute let me get you a glass of water," she offered but he held her hand, stopping her.

He raises his body a little to only engulf her in a tight hug. She didn’t hug him back but he didn’t break the embrace, it was so soothing to him. They continued to remain in that position and soon she felt his body rise and fall rapidly as he cried.

She was a little taken aback, she really didn’t expect it, it must be the influence of alcohol. She was so stiff as she lets him lean on her shoulders for comfort as he cried his heart out.

He began to sob as he started to talk, "Is something wrong with me? Why do I always lose the people I love? Why do I always lose those dearest to me?"

She remembered he did mention that he had lost his family, that they were late. But she didn’t expect his heart to still be filled with so much grief.

She finally hugged him back, more than anyone else she understood him, because she too had lost her parents and at a young age.

"I lost my real parents, then I lost my foster family. Why am I such a loser when it comes to these things? Why does it still hurt this much even after so many years?" he cried on.

She continued to hug him, even tighter. She has no comforting words to say to him, she just continued to hug him. After some while, he stopped weeping and she felt his breathing stable as he had already fallen asleep on her shoulders.

She wakes him up a little as she carried him to the couch. He groggily followed her and slumped on the couch without waking up again any further.

She went upstairs to get a blanket for him. She used it to cover him and then she removed his shoes. Her hands reached to remove some strands of his disheveled jet black hair from his forehead.

She sighed.

Logan woke up with a hangover the next day morning, the aftermath of too much drinking. He sat up as his head throbbed, his eyes screened through his surroundings.

This was Sentencia’s house. What was he doing here? How did he get here?

Then all the memories from yesterday rushed in. Ah, he can’t believe he had cried in front of her like that.

"Hey," he heard her say and so he stood up to face her.

"Hey," he managed to say, his throat felt dry.

"Good morning, how are you feeling?" she inquired.

"The usual hangovers. Sorry about yesterday," he found himself apologizing.

"It’s okay," she replied.

"Sentencia... I’m sorry about the last time. Sorry about my choice of words," he continued and she just nodded.

"I guess I should be leaving," he added.

"Why don’t you stay for breakfast?" she requested and the door bell rang just as he was about to reply.

"Let me get it," he offered and walked towards the door. He opened it once he got there.

Finland?

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