His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 117: Do you love her?

Chapter 117: Do you love her?

Logan walked over to the crying figure and with a forceful drag, he pulled her up, "Take care of the body," he ordered his guards, and with fast strides, he dragged the weak girl along with him.

"Let me go," she screamed as she hit his hand on her wrist. What just happened there was crazy. This man is rationally drained and where’s he taking her to, don’t tell her he wants to end her life unjustly as he did to Victor earlier.

"Logan_"

"One more hit and I’d put a bullet through your tongue," he harshly warned the figure he was dragging along with him.

He’s doing all he could to restrain himself from killing her. She’s also a traitor that deserved to die but with her value, she would be an important asset for his gang.

Sarah first stopped walking and in fright, she took Logan’s warning and stop struggling.

Getting into his room, Logan harshly threw her toward the bed before closing the door behind him. Sarah’s expression flattened as she save herself from death by saving her head from hitting his lampstand.

His stamina was strong so when he threw her that way, she flew far away from him and almost to her death.

Logan turned to her but on a second thought, he turned back to the door and locked it, "Who sent you both?"

No longer hiding the fact he knows about her involvement, he yelled furiously at her and charged towards her, "Who sent you?" he yelled again when she did not answer him.

His patient ran off and without a second thought, he lifted her off the floor from her neck as he choked her tightly.

"I’d snap out your daylight if you lie to me. Tell me Sarah, who sent you?" he screamed at her as his veins bulged out of his neck, showing his anger.

"I_" she held his hand to take it off her neck but that was a wrong move because Logan got pissed with her action.

A step towards the wall, he slammed her back on it in anger, "Tell me who sent you," he yelled before slamming her back on the wall again.

Sarah saw red as her whole body screamed in pain. She would have gladly told him who sent her but with the way he was choking her, a word isn’t possible.

"Answer me!!!" he yelled at her and in anger, he drew out a gun from his waistband, "For the last time, tell me who sent you," he warned her, raising the gun to her view.

"I_ it’s Mr," cough, "It’s Mr. It’s Mr. Adams," she forced the words off her mouth. Holding his hand, she tried to release her neck but he tightened it.

"Please," She choked out, "Ple_"

"Don’t plead," Logan yelled at her. Taking his hand off her neck, she dropped to the floor, and if she don’t break a bone or two, she would thank the heavens. With the drop, she wasn’t sure of walking.

Holding her neck, she coughed tightly, and with tears, she tried to breathe again, "Mr. Adams, he sent us," she struggled out still holding her neck softly as tears streamed down her face.

Logan pointed the gun down at her face, "What did he promise?"

"He_" cough, "He promised to make sure I watch Mr. Lincoln suffer," she confessed.

Logan chuckled, it sounded funny.

"That’s all," he asked her, bending to her level with the gun.

"It is,"

Logan pondered on what she said and it made sense. She has nothing to lose. Having no family, she was saying the truth. Watching Mr. Lincoln suffer would be her greatest wish.

"Stand up," he ordered the shaking figure on the floor.

Sarah stood up with trembling legs and fear as she looked at the gun still pointed at her.

"To the bed,"

Sarah walked toward the bed keeping her eyes over her shoulders in the cast he pulls the trigger or do anything weird.

"Sit,"

With a nervous gulp, Sarah sat down on the soft bed and watched Logan. Kneeling before her, he bent over and looked under his bed with made Sarah confused as she watched his back with teary eyes.

Getting what he wanted, he stood straight with a first aid box in his left hand with a gun in the other. He placed the gun back on his waistband before seating on the bed beside Sarah.

Trying not to flinch with their closeness, she raised her face and focused on Mr. Lincoln’s daughter’s portrait. Logan spread the box out and brought out all he needed.

Dipping the cotton swab into the antiseptic solution, Logan placed it on Sarah’s neck injury and the girl turned to him in shock.

Sarah was about to say a word but his tight scaring glare shut her up. Reluctantly, she turned forward, giving him a clear view of the injury he gave her with the knife earlier.

Dipping in a new cotton, he dapped it on her neck again and Sarah’s mouth could no longer keep shut as she parted them in the next second.

"Why are you helping me?" she asked with a grim expression as she clenched her teeth together from the sting the socked cotton caused her.

Logan glared at her again and without replying to her, he continued what he was doing.

"I can do it myself," she murmured lowly as she raised her hand to stop him.

"A bullet would scar that hand of yours if you don’t stay put and let me finish up," he warned her tightly.

Reluctantly, Sarah dropped her hand down and let him hurt her in the process of cleaning up the injury he caused as the room turned silent.

"Don’t you want to talk about it?" Sarah spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Logan paused what he was doing and Sarah continued, "The kiss, don’t you want to know why I kiss you?" she asked cleaning her tears off her face.

"It’s worthless and I have other things to do,"

Sarah smiled tightly.

"Mr. Lincoln dau_"

"Arissa," Logan cut her off telling her the name of his angel. He doesn’t want to hear that man’s name from anyone.

"Arissa," Sarah tasted the name on her tongue and her heart clenched with how softly he pronounced that lady’s name.

"Arissa, do you love her?" she questioned and Logan’s hand paused entirely.

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