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LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 156
As the pieces of the plan began to fall into place, Margaret and the kids were taken away to the safehouse under the cover of darkness. Arnold’s contacts worked tirelessly to secure Henry’s release, leveraging his information to start dismantling the empire Fletcher and D’Cruz had built. The game was on, and for the first time, Henry wasn’t just surviving, he was fighting back. And he would do whatever it took to ensure his family’s future. ***** The safehouse where Margaret and here kids were taken to was a modest cabin nestled deep within the woods. Margaret sat by the small fireplace, holding Lucas close as Emma rested her head on her lap. The children had fallen silent, their earlier questions replaced by the weight of their mother’s tension. Margaret’s phone was on the table, the screen dark. She stared at it, hoping that it will light up with news of Henry. A knock on the door made her jump. She moved quickly but cautiously, glancing out the hole of the door.. A
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 157
Even though Henry was bound in chains, only the hope and thoughts of being reunited with his family filled his mind. All he had to do was survive long enough for the truth and his files which he had brought to the notice of Arnold. He hoped that it would be a great deal in bringing them (Mr Fletcher and William D'Cruz) down or better yet reducing them to naught. He longs for survival, and survive he would. Margaret as dawn broke woke up quickly. The children were still asleep, nestled close to her on the couch. Paul sat by the door, his gaze unflinching, even after a long night of standing guard. Her phone buzzed on the table, its vibration made everyone stay at alert. She grabbed it quickly, her heart leaping, not knowing what news awaits her. “Margaret, it’s Arnold,” came the calm, steady voice. “Arnold,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “What’s happening? Is Henry okay?” Arnold didn’t waste time. “Henry is safe, and we’re making progress. Fletcher and D
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 158
Terrence Bentley received a phone call from Arnold Cage that his brother William D'Cruz has been caught and was behind bars. He was surprised and delighted as well, he couldn't wait to go visit him behind bars. But that was going to wait until he dealt with a more huger problem. The team of the Bentley's worked throughout the night, crafting and trying to create breakthroughs as well as plans and how to bait them. This time they weren't going to give up for anyone or anything, they would see the Council burn, literally if it gets physical. They planted false leads in secured communication channels, ones that can't be tracked or deduced that it was a fake. So this particular set up was hinting at a supposed ledger containing the Council’s financial records. Sean’s men distributed the intel strategically, ensuring it would reach the right ears, which are the Council members. By morning, the bait was set waiting for their prey to fall into it. They can only hope it works this
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 159
Bullets rolled off the walls as Logan and Sean fought their way toward the exit. The Council’s operatives were relentless, their tactics precise and accurate. Straight to kill, no mercy. "Go!" Logan yelled, covering Sean as he moved toward the door. But as they reached the final corridor, a shot rang out, and Logan felt a very serious pain in his side. He staggered, clutching his ribs as blood seeped through his fingers. "No, Logan!!" Sean shouted, turning back instantly to grab him. "I’m fine," Logan gasped, his vision blurring. "Just keep moving!" Sean slung Logan’s arm over his shoulder, dragging him toward the exit as more Council operatives closed in. ***** Logan lay unconscious in a private wing of the Bentley estate, his breathing was shallow as medical staff worked to stabilize him and bring him back to conciousness. Sean stood outside the room, his face pale and downhearted as he relayed the events to Terrence. "We barely got out alive," Sean said. "It was
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 160
The following night, Logan, Sean, and a handful of trusted Shadow operatives as well as Garry, made their way to one of the few remaining safehouses linked to the Council’s network that they know of. The building was an abandoned one, but Logan had reason to believe that it was a front for one of the project’s key players. As they approached, Logan felt the weight of what was coming. His earlier determination and confidence had quieted, replaced with the reality of what he had to do. "Be careful," Sean said, his voice low. "We don’t know what we are walking into." Logan nodded, though his eyes were hard. "We don’t have a choice anymore, we have to do this." They entered the building silently, moving down narrow, winding corridors. The scenario was one filled with tension, each footstep was more like moving close to a potential trigger of danger. The door to the inner room was unlocked. As Logan pushed it open, they were met with an unexpected sight, it was a lone figure s
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 161
With the atmosphere dark, the hallway seemed quite suffocating. Logan’s eyes were focused, his breath steady despite the pain in his side. He could feel his pulse in his ears, the sound of his boots echoed, each step was made with determination to end this problem once and for all. Terrence and Sean flanked him, their movements synchronized, trained, and practiced. The stakes are high now and it wasn't just disputes this was something that needed to be eradicated. This was no longer about just taking down the Council; this was about reclaiming their lives from the chaos that had consumed them for years. "Howe is up ahead," Sean whispered, his eyes scanning the corridor. Logan nodded. "Stay sharp… this is where it all comes together." They reached a large steel door at the end of the hallway, and they found out that a high-tech lock was keeping it shut. Logan didn’t hesitate, he stepped forward and signaled Sean to cover him as he placed a small device against the door an
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 162
It was the figure of a man, who was staring at his screen attentively, as his face illuminated the glow of the screens. Each of the monitors displayed a different angle of the now-destroyed facility, he was very much upset. On one of the screens, this man zoomed in and saw his enemies, Logan and his team as they retreated, they were barely visible due to the fire burning and the smoke. He was wearing a suit and a silver ring engraved with a strange symbol, he smirked at the sight of this. His cold, calculating eyes didn’t waver as he sipped from a glass of Hennessy. “Impressive, I must say,” he muttered to himself, spinning the glass lazily. “Logan's resilience is… is irritating, but commendable. And Terrence, oh, Terrence, just so predictable… Always predictable as always.” He pressed a button on his desk, just then a beep followed, and the voice of an assistant responded instantly. “Yes, sir?” “Deploy Unit Seven. I want Logan tracked. Leave him enough rope to play
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 163
Logan was quite hot headed and an idea popped into his head and he wanted to see someone in the council, someone high enough he needed to stop playing games with them. He walked towards one of the supposed Council backups and stated sternly. “Hey you, I need to speak to your director right now.” The agent hesitated and surprised that the person they were chasing would come out to the open. And since there were other people who weren't from the council members present at the scene, there was nothing he could do but say; “The Director is currently en route to another operation… she..” “I don’t care where she is,” Logan snapped, his tone brooking no argument. “Tell her it’s about Project Solace, I am sure she’ll listen.” The agent nodded reluctantly, pulling out a secure comm device. As he relayed the message, Logan felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Terrence. His voice was low, almost a whisper. “You think Haynes is clean? This is a dangerous move.” “I don’t know if she is c
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CHAPTER 210
Hours later, under tight security and with immense reluctance, Rick was escorted out of the prison. The trio waited in a black SUV, their faces grim as he climbed into the backseat. "Feels good to breathe fresh air again," Rick said, stretching his arms. "Now, let’s get down to business." Bethany turned to him, her eyes blazing with desperation. "Where is she, Rick?" Rick pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Carter. "An address… she’s being held there. But you’d better hurry. My associates aren’t exactly the patient type." Carter snatched the paper, scanning the address. "If this is a trap…" "It’s not," Rick interrupted smoothly. "I want you out of my hair as much as you want your kid back." “Well it better not be a trap, or else I will make sure you stay in jail or worse meet your untimely death regardless of the consequences.” Troy Reece uttered sternly. “Relax big guy…” Rick said, raising his hands in surrender, mockingly and added; “It's not a tra
CHAPTER 209
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
CHAPTER 208
Bethany sat in the car on a quiet road a few miles from the Bentley estate, her hands trembling as she clutched the steering wheel. She had driven here in desperation and Troy as well as Carter had flanked her from behind, but Logan’s guards had turned her away without even hearing her out. Tears welled down in her eyes as she thought about her daughter, alone and in danger. Her phone buzzed on the passenger seat, and she flinched, hesitating before picking it up. Rick’s message was short and brutal; “Time’s up. No freedom, no daughter.” ‘How did he have my phone number? Of course he is a notorious man. What's so special about my phone number that it would be too hard to get?’ She thought. Bethany began to sob, her body shaking as she tried to gather her thoughts. Logan wasn’t coming, he was too caught up in his own war to help her. How could she expect him to drop his own family obligations just so he could save a child who wasn't his, not to talk of one whom she had turn
CHAPTER 207
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
CHAPTER 206
Bentley's estate was quiet but tense. The events of the night replayed in his mind: the ambush at the cabin, Patricia’s revelation, and Damon Salvatore’s shadowy intervention. Everything pointed to one undeniable fact, that this wasn’t just survival anymore. It was war! A soft knock at the study door interrupted his thoughts. It opened slightly, and Patricia peeked in. Her face was calm, but her eyes betrayed her concern. “You should be resting,” Logan said, setting the glass down. She stepped in, closing the door behind her. “I can’t sleep, not with everything happening. Not with you down here, planning who-knows-what.” Logan stood, walking over to her. “Patricia, you need to trust me. I’ll handle Malcolm.” “And what happens if you don’t?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Logan, I’m scared. For you, for us, for this baby. Every time you walk into danger, I feel like I’m losing a part of you.” Logan gently took her hands, his eyes softening. “I know you’re scared, but
CHAPTER 205
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
CHAPTER 204
The room was eerily silent after Logan’s departure, the reality or the fact that what had just transpired in front of him began to kick in. His father’s lifeless body laid on the floor, and his blood gushing out from his head beneath him. Malcolm dropped to his knees beside William, his hands trembling as he shook him. “Father, wake up!” His voice cracked, desperation could be seen. But despite all the tears and calling, William D’Cruz was gone, his now cold and blind eyes staring at the ceiling into nothingness. The shot was directed to his brain so no amount of surgery could bring him back to life. Malcolm’s breathing was no longer normal, it is more like he was hyperventilating as he clenched his fists. He felt his anger deep into his veins, boiling hotter than he thought possible. His entire world had just been shattered by Logan Bentley, his cousin, and right then and there as he knelt down beside his father's dead body, he vowed and swore to make sure, Logan pays wit
CHAPTER 203
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
CHAPTER 202
As Logan walked out of his room well dressed, he was no longer just Terrence Bentley's grieving son, oh that ship has long sailed he was a man on a mission, a storm brewing with the promise of destruction. The Bentley estate’s private garage housed a collection of cars, each a symbol of his father’s taste and success. Logan selected a sleek black SUV, its engine roaring to life like a growl from deep within his chest. He peeled out of the driveway, his destination clear: William D'Cruz's sprawling estate on the other side of town. Damon, who saw him driving away, immediately sent trusted men to shadow him. “Ready the men, make sure nothing happens Master Logan is that clear?” “Yes sir!!” They all ran off and began shadowing him, because his safety was their priory, should something happen to him, it could cost them their lives. As the city lights blurred past, Logan’s thoughts were filled with the memories of his father, his warm laugh, his stern yet encouraging words kept
