The Black

The Black
Chapter 59: The Black.
Logan's POV
I calmed my hard cock as I thought about Scarlett; I couldn't wait to have pussy walls wrapped tightly around my cock.
I dipped my hand inside my pants, stroking my cock smoothly. Prepping it for what has to come.
But then an attendant rushed in without knocking. “Fuck! Where are your manners?” I roared.
“Sorry, sir! There is an issue outside.” She panicked. “Issue? What issue?” I furrowed my brows.
“Your woman is being dragged away by The Blacks.” She informed me, and I stood up immediately. My inside was boiling with anger.
They just got back, and they decided to choose my woman as their victim? I thought, walking out of the restaurant, but they were already gone.
I took my phone and called Eduardo. “Take the boys to The Black's territory; we are killing them all tonight as a welcoming party. Wash their sins away with guns!” I ordered and entered my car.
I drove out angrily. I couldn't stop thinking about Scarlett. How she was feeling. ‘She must have been so scared.’ I pondered, driving to The Black's territory.
I’ve stared down the barrel of a gun more times than I could count. I’ve watched men beg for mercy with their last breath and felt blood on my hands that never really washed off. But nothing— nothing— has ever put that kind of fear in me.
Not until her.
I couldn’t breathe right. My chest felt tight, like I had been shot and I was too stubborn to bleed. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and it was not from adrenaline— it was from the silence. From not knowing where she was, if she was okay, if she’s… still mine to hold. Still alive.
I kept going back to the last moment I saw her. The way she smiled at me, soft like the world hadn't burned us both yet. And I wonder— did I say enough? Did she know how much she meant to me?
God, I should’ve kept her further from that life. Shielded her from me. Claire was right; I should not let her be involved with me. But I was selfish. I needed her too damn much. And now I didn’t know if that need was going to bury her.
People talk about fear like it was a weakness. But that? That fear was eating me alive from the inside. It was not weakness— it was love. And it was the cruelest kind.
Because all the money, all the power, all the men who’d kill at a nod from me—none of it means a thing if I lose her. If I lose the only part of me that ever felt human.
So yeah, I was scared. I was terrified. But I swear on everything I’ve ever built or burned down— if she’s still breathing out there, I’ll tear this city apart brick by brick to bring her home.
And if she’s not… Then God help the men who took her from me.
I sped up to catch up with the car.
Not too long after, I got there. Seeing the car from the restaurant, I knew that was where she was. I cocked my gun and went into their hideouts with no fear.
“Who are yo—” a lackey wanted to ask, but I shut him up with a shot. I walked forward as my gaze burned with rage. “The Black!” I yelled, alerting them all.
I entered their large space, and what I saw made me want to destroy them all.
The rage that boiled in my chest wasn’t just anger—it was something darker. Hotter. Something that lived in my bones and sharpened my breath like broken glass.
There were almost uncountable on her. With lust in their eyes. Trying to take off her clothes as she struggled with them.
She was mine— not in some pretty, poetic way. No. She was my pulse, my clarity. The only softness I ever let near the filth I call a life. And we're about to touch her.
“How dare you!” I roared with my gaze burning with intensity. The men let go of her the instant they noticed my presence.
They shifted backwards in fear, seeing my face. “Don Logan Russo?” One of them gasped.
She was crying subconsciously. Drugged her. I didn't see them drug her, but I could sense that it was an aphrodisiac. If I didn't get there early, they—
They wanted to gang rape— who again? My woman? They must have lost it! I will not spare a single soul in this building; thinking about touching her alone is a sin! I mulled in my head with fury.
“This has to be the last day you have on earth. Repent!” I cocked my gun, ready to shoot anyone that touches her.
I could taste blood before I even drew it.