LOGANᥫ᭡
Westminster, England.
6:00pm.
NEVER IN my wildest dreams did I picture being locked outside my bedroom by my wife. Lois has been in there all morning, disregarding my pleas for her to open up and allow me to explain things to her properly.
I wouldn't get the surrogate if that was her will, I would rather die childless than to lose her. I've known her since my final days at high school, a blossoming love that grew until we graduated from college and I wouldn't trade her for the world. We rarely had arguments, not that we avoided it, but it never came, so this felt new to me.
"Lois, please, "I begged again, my calm resolve failing me as my eyes teared up.
My prayers were answered when the door finally opened, she had wiped off her makeup and her eyes were swollen from prolonged crying.
"Come in, "she whispered, leaving the door open as she walked back in.
Unhesitatingly, I wheeled my chair in and shut the door behind me.
"Don't listen to what mom said, Lois I would never do that to you —"
"Just do it, "She said, plainly as she closed up the curtains of our bedroom.
"Do what?"
"Get the surrogate, Logan. I don't mind, I was just a bit overwhelmed that's all, do it if it's what your mother wants, "
"Lois, are you out of your mind? " I frantically yell.
"Of course, I am out of my mind! My husband has been in a coma for four months, he finally wakes up, and I am told that he suddenly has short-term memory loss and a disability. Just a month after trying to process that, I am informed of the need of another woman to carry my husband's child. Aren't these things enough to drive a sane woman crazy?" She shouted, her chest heaving as she fanned her eyes to keep her from crying.
I'm not selfish, I'm prioritizing her well-being over mine. This was too much for to bear, and I am well aware, everything just changed in a split second, and I am still struggling to adapt to those changes.
Every sane woman would get a divorce and leave, but she's still by my side, supporting me with all she can.
She says it's okay, but I know deep down it isn't a decision she'd want to make, my mother never approved of Lois from the beginning, but I proceeded with the wedding.
Hearing about Lois' condition worsened things between them, although my mom tried to reason with the fact that it wasn't her fault, and it could happen to anyone.
"I understand but —"
"It's not like you're remarrying again, Logan. It's just a surrogate, she'd have the baby and the child would bear our name and be under our custody. It isn't all that bad, I've actually thought of this years ago, what hurts is that I wasn't the one telling you but your mom, "
"And are you happy with the idea? "
She forced a smile and walked up to me, lent closer and cupped my face in her palms, "Yes, love. I'm happy, and I want you to be happy too,"
I let out a sign as I comforted myself with the warmth of her palms, mentally deciding that I'll do what she wants me to.
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Tijuana, Mexico.
AVERY 𐚁
This has to be my easiest mission so far, the best because I didn't have Eddie or anyone following me around.
The memory of me ripping a line on his beloved hideous face, surfaced, and I couldn't help but smile.
I'd castrate him if I become the boss and my handover ceremony was just around the corner.
All my hard work and loyalty was finally paying off. I trusted Rodrigo with my life because when the world shut all doors at me, he was the only one who acknowledged my potential. For that, I would be eternally grateful.
I kept walking until I arrived at Monica's Hippie which was seemingly located at the outskirts of the village.
The neon sign flickered repeatedly with the letter 'a' missing from Monica. Even the nude neon vixen already lost her head. It was definitely a strip club.
Why would anyone want to come to this place? It was old and clearly abandoned, with full-grown bushes and vines covering it up.
I heaved a sigh, it was probably a secret hideout or something. The floorboard cracked slightly when I stood at the entrance and I tried to steady myself before knocking but got no response.
I knocked again but still nothing until I annoyingly kicked the door open, and it fell down like it wasn't hinged on before to reveal the empty and dusty interior of a once vibrant strip club.
"Hello," I called out, hoping that the client was here somewhere, but I was answered with silence once more.
I racked my head for a possible explanation, or maybe I came late or something. I was about to take a step forward when I heard the sound of a motorcycle parking in front of me.
"What kept you so long? " I interrogated, twirling on the heels of my Jordans to see a man pointing a gun at me.
What in the world? I quickly reached out to the band underneath my jersey where my gun was kept in and pointed it at him immediately.
"Drop your weapon, Miss. Avery Reigns. You're surrounded," the man said, and other men emerged from the coverage of grasses each surrounding me and worse, each of them wearing a police uniform.
F*ck this is not good.
"Drop the gun and drop that backpack," the man ordered, without tearing his gaze from mine.
Never in my whole existence dud my heart pound like the way it did now, I wasn't scared. I was probably surprised, confused and angry at the same time.
Maybe the client knew we had plans to kill him? If this was it, then Rodrigo had many people in the police to help me out in a day or two. I dropped the backpack and the gun on the ground.
"Step away from it and put your hands behind your back," the man ordered again and when I did, he nudged a dude to hold me in place while they checked the contents of the bag. My jaw dropped when I saw a fully chopped human in the bag with each body part stuffed with cocaine and marijuana.
"Avery Reigns, you're under arrest for first-degree murder and possession of controlled substances with intent to distribute. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Please turn around and place your hands behind your back."
"Murder?!" I bellowed.
"How can anyone be so cruel? Rodrigo was really right this time, "an officer commented.
Did he just say, Rodrigo?