As the heavy door closed behind Logan Hamilton, leaving the room in a tense, echoing silence, the remaining crime lords exchanged glances filled with curiosity and a hint of trepidation. They had seen Logan furious before, but never like this—never with such raw, personal emotion. Whispers began to ripple through the room, a low murmur of speculation and gossip.
One of the mob leaders, a burly man with a thick beard and tattoos crawling up his neck, leaned closer to his neighbor and muttered, "What's with him and this supposed sister? I've never heard anything about him having a sister. And at our level, who even gets this riled up over family anymore?"
The man he addressed, a sleek, suited figure with a shark-like smile, shrugged. "Exactly. At this point, we've all sacrificed family ties for power or money. It's strange to see him so worked up… unless this is about something more than just family."
A few seats away, another crime boss, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. He was an older man with gray hair and deep-set eyes, someone who clearly commanded respect from the rest. He smirked knowingly and leaned back in his chair, causing the others to turn their attention toward him. "You lot clearly don't know Logan as well as you think," he began, his voice gravelly from years of smoking cigars. "He may be ruthless and cold-blooded to most, but when it comes to his sister, he'd go to war against every single one of us if he had to. Hell, he'd burn the whole world down if it meant keeping her safe."
A stunned silence followed. The crime lords exchanged uneasy glances, each of them trying to digest this new piece of information. It was one thing to know that Logan was dangerous, but to hear that he had someone he cared about enough to risk everything? That was something else entirely.
The older man continued, leaning forward conspiratorially. "You see, there's a story not many know. Logan's little sister once saved his life. Years ago, when they were just kids, Logan was playing soccer, and he kicked the ball into the street. Like any reckless boy, he ran after it without thinking. A car came speeding down the road, and he was too focused on the ball to notice. But his sister… she saw what was happening and threw herself in front of him, pushing him out of the way. She got hit instead and was thrown several meters. Nearly died saving him."
He paused, letting the gravity of his words settle. "She was in the ICU for months, fighting for her life. After that, Logan was never the same. He swore he'd never let anything happen to her again. That's partly why he built his empire. To make sure he had the power and resources to protect her, no matter what."
The room was silent, absorbing this revelation. The older man nodded slowly. "I know all this because I've known Logan for over twenty years. Back when he first started in the underworld, we ran in the same crew. We were tight, watched each other's backs. Even after we went our separate ways, built our own empires, we stayed close. But this… this is different. This is family, and that's a line you don't cross with Logan."
Another mob boss, who had been listening intently, muttered under his breath, "Damn… I had no idea."
The older man gave a slow, deliberate nod. "Most don't. But I'm telling you, Logan won't stop until he finds out who's behind this. And when he does, God help them."
Realizing the severity of the situation, the crime bosses quickly exchanged meaningful looks. One by one, they began nodding in agreement, acknowledging the need to stay on Logan's good side. This wasn't just about business anymore; it was about survival.
Then, the older man pulled out his phone and, with a few taps, composed a quick message to Logan: *"If you need backup, anything at all, just say the word. I've got your back like old times."*
He hit send and pocketed his phone, looking around at the others. "We're not just dealing with Logan here," he reminded them, "we're dealing with a man whose heart bleeds for his sister. And that, gentlemen, makes him the most dangerous man in this room."
The tension remained thick as they continued to discuss amongst themselves, but now with a newfound understanding. If someone had targeted Logan's sister, they had likely unleashed something far worse than they could have ever imagined. And no one wanted to be caught in the crossfire when Logan Hamilton went on a warpath.
One of the more cautious bosses, a wiry man with sharp eyes, finally broke the silence. "We should all tread carefully. Whoever is behind this is playing with fire. And I, for one, don't want to get burned."
There were murmurs of agreement all around. Everyone knew now that whatever came next, it was bound to be explosive.