Leaning quietly on the cell wall watching with narrow eyes as the man rapidly approached his lover Logan dashed and stood behind her, ready to pounce on him if he attempted to do anything stupid.
To his surprise the tenacious young woman threatened the godfather instead of running into hiding like she had been doing.
"Touch one strand of white hair on my head and the black mamba will have your head." Were the words that roared out of her mouth.
Lately he had notted that Luna had become more audacious and daring unlike in the past where she just hid in her penthouse or the tarot house. He preferred this version of her which reminded him of his bold dead wife who was directly confrontational when she decided to be.
The re-echoed laughter in the cell snapped him back to reality and out of the daze he had dived into.
The godfather who was standing four steps away from Luna was pointing his fore finger at her as he nodded and laughed.
