Logan, his patience wearing thin, responded with a cold, "I already paid for that."He moved to walk away again, but Tyler reached out, placing a hand on Logan's shoulder, trying to halt him. "Hey, come on, Logan. Let us take you back to the store and sort this out properly."Logan removed Tyler's hand from his shoulder with a sharp motion. "I don't need your help, Tyler. I've settled it. Now, just let me be."Tyler hesitated for a moment, his brows furrowing in confusion as he wondered how Logan could have had access to such a substantial amount of money those products worth. His curiosity got the better of him, and he trailed after Logan, asking, "Seriously, Logan, how did you get that kind of cash so quickly? How much did they charge you?"Logan didn't respond, maintaining his determined stride forward. But just as he thought he might have escaped their clutches, Tyler made a dangerous move. With a sudden burst of anger, he shoved Logan forcefully against the wall of a nearby build

As Logan sat on the uncomfortable chair in the police station, he watched the officers go about their daily activities. The station was a bustling place, with people coming and going throughout the day. Logan couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease as the hours passed. The open entrance door was a constant reminder of the outside world, tempting him with the possibility of escape. However, he knew all too well the consequences of such a rash decision.As the day slowly turned into evening, Logan's anxiety deepened. He knew that Carter and his gang would stop at nothing to ensure he stayed locked up. Carter's father, a lawyer who had always pampered his son, could prove to be a formidable adversary in this situation.Logan continued to sit in the police station, his thoughts racing, wondering how he had ended up in this predicament. At one point, the idea of making a run for it crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Running would only make him look guilty, and he had n

Logan's relief was palpable, and he rushed to the door, his voice shaking with urgency. "I was attacked last night! Some prisoners came into my cell, and they had keys to get in! Look at what they did to me."The two officers exchanged a brief, uncertain glance, their expressions unreadable. One of them, the older of the two, seemed to recall Logan's injuries from the previous day. He reminded Logan, "You had injuries when you were arrested yesterday."Logan nodded frantically, desperation in his eyes. "Yes, but I was beaten again last night! Look, I have new injuries!" He lifted his shirt to reveal the fresh bruises that marred his already battered body.The officer who had spoken earlier interjected, his tone stern, "Listen, kid, we have orders to release you. Unless you want to stay in this cell, I suggest you come with us."Logan hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around the dimly lit cellblock, searching for any sign of the prisoners from the previous night. But there was n

A sense of jubilation welled up within him, and Logan couldn't contain his laughter. He had been given a lifeline, a chance to expose the criminals who had tormented him and finally secure his freedom. The road ahead might still be perilous, but at least now he had a clear direction, and the knowledge that he was not alone in this battle.Logan reclined on his bed, still processing the shocking information he had uncovered on the flash drive. The video he had watched exposed the Baton gang's illegal activities and, more importantly, their use of a paint company called 'ColorCraft Coatings' as a front to transport crystal meth. It was a revelation that had sent ripples of both excitement and dread through him.The information was a double-edged sword, a powerful weapon that could potentially free him from the clutches of the Baton gang. However, it was also a dangerous secret that could lead to retaliation if not handled carefully. Logan knew that he couldn't involve the police; the ga

Baton pointed a finger at Logan, his gaze piercing. "You provide me with every evidence you have. I want to have all of them for myself."Logan chuckled, in response, "If I give you everything, there's no incentive for you to spare me. You can hold onto this one, though."Baton leaned in, a malevolent grin playing on his lips. "Well, if you insist, let's seal the deal with a handshake."Taking a deep breath, Logan extended his hand, which Baton accepted with a smile as they shook hands. Logan couldn't shake the feeling that he might have either secured his freedom or fallen into a perilous snare.Logan left the tense atmosphere at the gathering, the weight of the unspoken threats and hostile glares still hanging heavily on his shoulders. He moved quickly toward the gate, not daring to glance back at the group of bike gangsters. The exchange had left him with a gnawing sense of unease.As he reached the gate, one of the methhead who had seen him earlier ran towards Logan, his agitation