CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND THREE

Ruffled between sheets the man Rio woke up to the sound of someone beside him, it took a while for him to process his thoughts and get over the wobbliness that he was feeling —Soon as he felt a Shadow looming over his bed he gently dropped his hands to the side hoping that he gets his gun.

“Looking for this?" Logan's voice filled that early morning, the man gritted something through his teeth and made his way to her bathroom, and after a few minutes, he walked back out.

“What do you want?" He asked while rubbing his hands over his face.

To answer his question a woman by then had walked into the room, she still had that smirk on her face from earlier, she had a look of anxiety in her eyes that was quite expressive.

"What ?" He asked making his way toward where Logan was. “I asked who let you in.” He asked again.

He got up and closed the window, and then padded toward where his drawer was, he pulled it out and went through some of the things it contained as though Logan was a sort of