His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 158: Circumstamces Demands.

Chapter 158: Circumstamces Demands.

A bit of a Gruesome scene ahead:

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Logan cursed the potholes as they slowed down his pace to Chief’s house. He can’t wait to put a bullet into that man until he tells him either where he hid Theodore or if he was helping Alfred.

Connecting his phone with his Bluetooth, he gave his men who had already ghosted themselves into the house orders as he mapped out a Plan B, just in case Cheif might be armed against their initial guess.

He set a time frame, a two-hour time frame for the bomb his men just planted in Cheif’s house. He doesn’t want to bear the guilt of just ending an innocent family. His guts told him Theodore wasn’t with Cheif but he had to try out his luck since, after Mr. Adams, this man was the second closest Alfred would run to.

Arranging everything, he dumped his car far off and used his leg to complete the remaining distance between himself and Chief’s house.

Ringing the doorbell, a lady came into his view after opening the door from the inside. He forcefully smiled at the woman. She must be Chief wife, he thought. He looked around the place and nodded in satisfaction.

Indeed, Chief was doing as he was told from the house down to the environment but that wasn’t enough to easily kill his doubt.

"Who are you?" the woman asked as she blocked the door to stop Logan from peeping inside - though he wasn’t.

Logan’s eyes lazily swept through the woman. She was indeed a beauty which made him wonder how a bald old duckling like Cheif could get her to accept his proposal and talk less into marriage but whatever, that wasn’t his problem. He came here to clear his doubt and not to act as a counselor in their life.

"I’m a good friend of your husband," Logan introduced himself, his smile turning into a dangerous one.

The woman frowned at his weird attitude because that smile that ought to be bright and as a means of peace for some people was all malicious. Maybe he was in the wrong address so he should go somewhere else with his claims.

"I’m sorry my_"

Logan shook his head in disagreement as he cut her off, "Enough," he brought out his gun to her view. A surprised gasp left the woman’s lips which brought a wide grin to Logan’s lips, "Now, be a loving fellow and lead me inside,"

"Ahh_"

"Wrong idea," he advised her before bringing out a bomb remote to her view, to stop her from screaming, "Even a silent scream from you would lead me into pressing the button and I’d only be sorry for the cute little deviant taking a nap in her bedroom as we speak,"

The woman’s heart left her when she saw the controller functioning so well and that it was no joke. Her dread-filled eyes went up to Logan’s face and she looked into the man’s eyes with a look of apology.

Logan continued, "Also, my men are in the room with her. For a sixteen years old, she sure is a beauty and it would only be a matter of time before my men have their way with her I_"

She cut him off, "No," the woman fell on her knee. She doesn’t know who this man is but he seems so invested in their life and her daughter....no she can’t let that happen.

How was this man able to sneak into her daughter’s room that way without her knowing, and rape? Was this man serious about raping her daughter?

Sure, Logan was just rattling about raping their daughter, and even the lady before him, he would do nothing to her, he was sure of that. Hurting people he has no beef with would make him no better the Alfred and he rather die than learn from Alfred but he has to lay down the threats.

"Come in," the woman said in a trembling voice. Her hand holding the door trembled and her tears rushed like an ocean down her face. Seeing the woman in that situation weakened Logan as it reminded him of his mother the day Alfred ended his whole family.

Logan nodded before walking into the house.

"What_ what do you....you want, Coffee or water_ or a drink," the woman stuttered, snort bubble already on her nose due to fright but it wasn’t like she cared because even without Logan answering, she darted into their rat hole kitchen to get him something to drink, her eyes never leaving the bomb remote.

Fastly, she came forth with a glass of water which Logan did not look at as he ordered her, "Call down your husband, and don’t make me wait,"

The woman nodded frantically. Picking her phone from the television stand, she decided to give her husband a phone call. She can’t take the risk of leaving this man’s presence.

What if she leaves and he presses the bomb button? Surely, he can’t press it since he was also in the house so she have to stay around him and make sure he doesn’t leave.

"I need you downstairs," was the only sentence she said when the like was connected. She knew her husband, he won’t hesitate to plan a way out if she explains what happened and he would not care to leave her and their daughter behind.

Whereas, he was an ex-police Chief executioner so there’s no way he can’t plan a smart escape alone at the dying moment.

That worked because Chief walked down the staircase fastly as he was curious why his dramatic wife was pulling up a scene.

However, the moment he saw Logan comfortably seated on his couch, he came to a sudden halt, causing him to almost trip.

Chief was surprised but still tried to be brave as he walked towards the man lazily seated on his couch with his right leg crossed over his other, "Logan," his tune was evident he never expected them to cross paths again.

Whereas, he did all he was told.

Chief glanced at his already crying wife. He gave her a light nod, "Leave us, go back to Isle room, and wait there until I am done here," he ordered her.

His wife nodded in surprise because the last time a scenario like this happened with a man called Alfred, he fled away from him only to return two days later and force them to pack out of that neighborhood.

"Don’t worry about your daughter, everything would be back to normal if you answer me truthfully," Logan chimed in, halting the scared woman.

Chief face hardened, "Logan you promised,"

"I did but circumstances demand we cross paths again," Logan stood up from his seat and looked into Chief’s eyes, "Now, give me your most real answer because I still have my ways of finding out and if I do, I would do worst to you and your mini family. So tell me, when last did you get in touch with Alfred?"

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