When they got home, they felt relief, but true to Rick's words, they had no choice but to go looking for him. Their child Hilary was nowhere to be found. “Hilary!” Bethany called out with every strength she could muster but her daughter was not home, neither was she at Mrs Grayson's place. She had been abducted. “Oh my God, Carter, the worst has happened.” She uttered. Troy, who was looking around for anything, any clue as to who had done this, he didn't want to assume the worst. After his thorough search from looking around, he saw a letter on the kitchen counter, he immediately opened it and it reads: “You feel you were wide in calling the cops on me, well like I said, you will come looking for me sooner than you realise.” “It really is Rick!” Troy Reece blurted out sith frustration as he broke a mug out of frustration making the couple run from the living room. “Did you find anything?” “It is Troy… read this!” He uttered and handed the letter to them. Bethany began sobbi

Damon nodded. “If you’re set on this path, Master Logan, then promise me one thing: don’t lose yourself entirely. Your father wouldn’t want his legacy to be remembered in blood.” Logan didn’t respond. He simply turned back to the desk and pulled out a drawer, retrieving a small, sleek pistol that had belonged to his father. He checked the chamber, the metallic click echoing in the silent room. “This isn’t about his legacy anymore,” Logan said quietly. “It’s about vengeance and making sure men like William and Malcolm never hurt anyone again.” **** Days later, seeing his father's remains that was completely unrecognisable, made Logan feel as though he had not done anything yet. He was supposed to be planning his father's burial but all he could think about was William's dead body being brought to the morgue as well. He couldn't just sit back and let his father be buried alone. What was his offence, being really good at everything and being his father's favorite? Well that was t

The woods were quiet except for the wind, but Logan’s mind raced as he paced the cabin’s living room. Patricia sat on the couch, her hands tightly gripping the edges, her face pale but determined. “We need to leave this place soon, Malcolm already knows where we are now. It’s only a matter of time before he sends more men to cause a scene or worse.” Patricia hesitated, then stood, her arms instinctively wrapping around herself protectively. “Logan, look here, running away won’t solve this. You know that as well as I do.” Logan turned to her, his expression softening but still firm. “This isn’t running, it's called a strategy. We regroup with our own men and plan our next move. Malcolm thinks I’ll be caught off guard simply because I am in the woods, but I won’t give him that satisfaction, hell no! They were the ones who started this, his father hated my father because of a grudge, he killed him and he paid with his life for it, so if this is what I have to deal with for spar

Patricia stood in the doorway of his study wearing one of Logan’s button-up shirts, her arms folded across her chest. She looked at him with concern, but her voice was steady. “You’ve been up all night, what's up?” Logan turned, his expression softening when he saw her. “I had to plan.” Patricia stepped closer, her bare feet on the wooden floors, even though it was cold she didn't mind, she then uttered; “Planning is one thing and wearing yourself out right before a fight is another.” “I can’t afford to rest,” Logan replied, his voice firm but gentle. “Malcolm won’t stop until one of us is dead. I have to be ready.” Patricia reached out, taking his hand and said; “I know you feel like this is all on you, but it’s not. You have people who want to help you. Damon’s men, the loyal guards here, and… me.” Logan’s jaw tightened. “You’ve already helped enough, Patricia. More than I would ever ask for, B But now, you need to focus on yourself and the baby. I won’t risk you being cau

One after the other, the trio slipped inside, moving between stacks of crates as gently as they could. The sound of voices grew louder. They spotted Marcus Kane at the center of the room, flanked by armed guards. Carter whispered, "We take out the guards quietly. Then we corner Marcus." Troy nodded, drawing his silenced pistol. One by one, they incapacitated the guards, their movements swift and precise. Finally, they approached Marcus, who was seated at a table, his back to them. Troy pressed his gun to Marcus’s temple. "Don’t move." Marcus froze, his hands raised. "Well, well, Reece. You’ve got guts showing up here." Bethany stepped forward, her voice shaking with anger. "Where is Hilary? Where is my daughter?” Marcus smirked and uttered; "Ooh!! I am shaking in my pants, wait did you think I’ll just hand her over? Rick’s paying me more than you can imagine to keep her out of your reach." Carter slammed his fist on the table. "We’re not leaving without her!" The sound