Logan Frost's Mysterious Identity

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Logan’s vision blurred as he leaned against the cold brick wall, gasping for breath. Blood trickled from the bullet wound in his side, soaking through his shirt.

The strength to fight back at savini’s men had disappeared from him. He didn’t signal to his men to come after him.

It was impossible for them to even locate him because he had lost his phone, there was nowhere they could track him down. The nelson’s garage was linked directly to another part off the down so his guards were not at that part.

He had told his assistant not to dispatch so many men to avoid suspicion. A part of him regretted not listening to Sam.

Savini and his men had vanished into the night, leaving him behind. He had no phone, no backup, and no hospital nearby. His only chance was Mia. Her house was the closest to where he was and his bleeding had gotten worse.

The stitch from his old injury around his stomach had opened up, he couldn’t get to an hospital because of his identity or contact his assistant with