In a dimly lit, smoke-filled room, Logan Hamilton sat at the head of a long, imposing table, surrounded by the most notorious and powerful figures in the underworld. To his left was the world's number one drug lord, a man with a scar running from his left eye down to his jaw—a silent reminder of his ruthless past. Across from him sat the leaders of several top-tier crime syndicates from various countries. Each one commanded an empire large enough to send shivers down the spine of even the most fearless politicians. If these men were to unite, their combined force could threaten the stability of any nation.
The tension in the room was thick, but the negotiations had been progressing smoothly. Despite their notorious reputations, everyone knew better than to provoke Logan Hamilton. His reputation for volatility was well-known, and the consequences of angering him were often swift and brutal.
Suddenly, Logan's phone buzzed with an incoming message. As he read it, his expression darkened, and his eyes flashed with an unmistakable fury. The air grew even more tense as his face contorted in anger. Without warning, Logan slammed his fist on the table, causing glasses and bottles to rattle. His sudden outburst made everyone freeze.
"What the hell is this?" Logan bellowed, his voice filled with barely restrained rage. "How could something this big happen, and I'm only hearing about it now? Who the hell dares to mess with my sister?"
A stunned silence fell over the room. For a moment, everyone thought Logan was furious about the business negotiations, perhaps unhappy with the proposed terms. Some of the crime lords glanced at each other, already considering offering concessions to avoid provoking him further. After all, they knew that when Logan flew off the handle, he didn't care who got caught in the crossfire. It wasn't worth risking everything over a mere deal, no matter how lucrative.
But when Logan's words sank in, the expressions around the table shifted from confusion to shock. "Sister?" The word hung in the air like a question no one dared to voice aloud.
Several of the crime lords exchanged puzzled looks. As far as they knew, Logan Hamilton was infamous for his brotherly loyalty, but it had always been about his numerous brothers. No one had ever mentioned a sister. Only a few of the leaders who were closer to him, and knew him more intimately, were aware that among all his siblings, there was a youngest sister, and that Logan was fiercely protective of her—so much so that he would tear the world apart to keep her safe.
The drug lord with the scar leaned forward, his curiosity piqued. "Logan," he said carefully, choosing his words with the utmost caution, "I wasn't aware you had a sister. This is… news to me."
Logan's glare cut through the smoke in the room like a knife. "I don't need to explain my family to any of you," he snapped, his tone as cold as ice. "But someone out there has done the unthinkable. They've dared to lay a hand on her. And now, I need to know who that someone is."
Another mob boss, a man with a thick accent and a menacing demeanor, spoke up, his voice calm and measured. "Logan, whoever it is… they must not know who they're dealing with. We've all heard about the lengths you'll go to protect your own."
Logan's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Oh, they're about to learn. And when they do, they'll wish they were never born." He leaned back in his chair, eyes blazing with an inner fire. "I want every one of you to use your networks. I need information—fast. Who's behind this? Who dared to touch her?"
The leaders nodded in agreement, understanding the gravity of the situation. They knew this was no ordinary vendetta. Logan Hamilton wasn't a man who made idle threats. When he vowed revenge, it was a death sentence. One of the crime lords, a shrewd businessman from Eastern Europe, leaned forward and whispered, "We'll put the word out, Logan. If someone's done this, we'll find out who they are. No one escapes our reach."
Logan gave a curt nod, his gaze shifting back to his phone as he continued reading the message. His anger grew with each passing second. "Good," he muttered. "Because the moment I find them, I'm going to make sure they suffer in ways they never imagined."
At that, the men around the table felt a chill run down their spines. They had seen Logan angry before, but this was different. This wasn't business—this was personal. And there was nothing more dangerous than a man with nothing to lose.
The drug lord with the scar raised his glass slightly, as if in a toast. "To the fool who dared to cross the line," he said with a smirk, "may they find peace in the next life, because they're not going to find any in this one."
The others murmured in agreement, clinking their glasses together, their expressions grim. They knew Logan wouldn't stop until he found whoever was responsible, and when he did, the world would hear the echo of his vengeance.
Meanwhile, Logan's mind raced, piecing together every detail he knew about his family's enemies and possible threats. Whoever was foolish enough to go after his sister would soon learn a lesson they'd never forget. His only regret was that he hadn't learned about it sooner.
"I want answers," Logan barked one final time, rising from his seat. "And I want them now. No one lays a hand on my family and walks away unscathed."
With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving a deadly silence in his wake, his mind set on one thing: retribution.