His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 73: Tameable kitten.

Chapter 73: Tameable kitten.

Alfred cleared his throat and swallowed nervously as he stared at Logan’s entrance. His heart pace was negatively unusual.

He never had an idea that this Logan would turn into a scorpion. All his life, he had been the one ruling. He was the ruler and the people around him were the carpets he walked on but now, the roles seemed to have changed. His once tameable kitten was now wide.

Turning to Mr. Adams, "Keep all taxis off this area. I have an important business to finish with someone in there,"

Adams nodded and remembering something more, Alfred added, "If, in the next one hour, I’m not out, gather the whole team,"

Mr Adams nodded again and Alfred took in a breath. At least, Adams was still tameable, and having him by his side, was a big advantage.

Picking up the money briefcase, Alfred came down from the car after the little conversation with Adams, and his steps were quick. Logan told him to arrive with no weapons so, he dropped all weapons. He does not know what that fox has in store for him.

The moment Alfred walked into the large gates, Mr. Adams brought out his phone from his suit pocket, "Your father is meeting with Logan Paul right now. This is your only chance,"

He attached an address file to the message and knowing she would act the moment she sees it, he dropped his phone back into his suit pocket.

.....

"What happened to my mother?" Alfred asked breaking the silence. The boy becomes bolder and bolder in seconds.

It had been almost five minutes since Alfred got in but Logan was yet to end the game he was playing and not only that, six thugs with guns surrounded him. Seeing the situation, he could not help but wonder what had happened to his mother.

"Where is my mother, you bastard," Alfred yelled, and immediately, the men around crocked their guns, ready to shoot on the spot.

Logan lazily dropped his phone and with luxurious gentleness, he picked out a cigarette from the pack of cigarettes on the table beside him.

Alfred turned to the men around him and glared at them. He was so lost in the satisfaction of bossing this boy around that he never realized that the boy was slipping off his palm until it was this late.

And that was exactly what Logan wanted. While he was being the loyal puppet and earning trust, he was also mapping out his plan, and with Alfred now at his feet, alas! - the result of the patient turned out to be perfectly blissful.

"Logan," Alfred swallowed as he dropped his pride. His mother was now the one at stake. Not Laura, Arissa, or Adele. It was his mother’s life they are talking about so he can’t risk it. "Logan, please. Where is my mother?"

Logan scoffed at Alfred’s new tune but said nothing.

Logan leaned down on his seat and lazily, he stretched his hand underneath the seat, "I own everything. All your emails, all your files, and all your payments." Logan said providing a file from underneath his seat to Alfred’s view.

Alfred’s throat turned dry. Those were supposed to be with Chief. How did they get to Logan?

"Chief is now working under you," Alfred muttered as his face paled with the betrayal. No. No, this wasn’t happening.

Logan gave a nod in reply to Alfred’s words and Alfred could not help but breathe abruptly. "What?" rephrasing his words, he rather asked, "How did you get the chief to work under you?" knowing the way Chief hates Logan, this was impossible.

Logan smiled, releasing a long round whisk of smoke, he replied, "He is,"

Alfred humbled immediately as his eyes scanned the files. Those are deadly. He should never have trusted Chief.

For the fact that Chief has documents like this against him, he tried all he could to pay Chief on time and not to anger him but now - but now, Chief gave them out without a second thought. Hot sweats trickled down his body and his head split into a thousand pieces with a headache.

"How much did you pay him?" Alfred asked still in denial that those are the files he was looking at. His body trembled as trying to keep his emotions in check turned fruitless.

"Pay? Pttf...why would I pay him when I can just show him the way to hell and back?" Logan asked in a dry bored voice.

"Are you blackmailing me?" Alfred asked with fury as he slammed on the table and stood up. He could not take it any longer.

Seeing Alfred standing up from his seat in such a threatening manner, the men prepared to shoot but Logan waved his hand at them as he watched Alfred’s outburst with amusement.

Alfred stopped yelling and his face turned all red, and Logan took that chance to answer him so his words would sink in.

"No. Why would I?" he asked Alfead in a cold voice. Without waiting for Alfred’s reply, he continued, "In case you don’t know, with all these, all of your properties are mine," Logan stressed, eying the files like the only treasure he had ever seen.

Alfred’s thinking turned rational again as he collapsed into his seat with a defeated sigh, "So, that’s what this is about. Money?"

"I guess you are right. Partly." Logan nodded, giving Alfred a little hope, and without another breath, Alfred asked,

"How much do you? I brought all of your money along with me. I can double it if you want," Alfred bragged, reaching out for the briefcase beside him.

Logan raised his brow at Alfred’s slow understanding. "When I said it’s about money, I was talking about the amount of money I can get from selling all of these properties and also, giving you up to the law," Logan hinted.

Alfred gulped as his eyes proceeded over to his files. Those were the whole of his hard works and sleepless nights.

Why was God letting a of these happen to him?

"I don’t give a shit about the money you brought." Logan continued, "Whereas, Money hasn’t been real since we got off the gold standard," and with Logan’s last statement, Alfred’s sin was out.

Alfred was still living in the fairytale world where Logan was a foolish tameable kitchen and that was the thought that gave him the effort to do this. He brought fake bundles of money for Logan’s payment but the bastard seems to have known about it.

"Tie him up," Logan ordered and his voice was far from unserious.

"No. Logan, you can’t do this to me." Alfred scoffed with all authority and before he knew it, a muzzle was resting on the side of his head and he kept shut. And the men used sellotape to gag him first.

Seeing the progress, Logan smiled with fulfillment as all of the scenes of how his parents died played in this memory. This was the same way Alfred shut his father up and murdered him in cold blood and now, he would repeat history but not exactly same and also not immediately.

He would make it all slow and worth the wait.

"_And about your mother, I’m using the same substances you used on Adele on her. And I repeat the dose every hour so, prepare for her funeral,"