All Chapters of 45 Days with Logan: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I hesitated before entering the coffee shop, and when I entered, Chaney sat alone at a table near the window, his fingers wrapped loosely around a cup he barely touched. He was obviously waiting for me. Manon had called me earlier, saying that Chaney wanted to speak to me.I was hesitant to meet up with him, because my mind still lingered on the thought that he had told me we should work together to kill Demon. I wanted to ignore him, but I remembered that he was once my friend and that I had once had a crush on him.Taking a deep breath and letting it out, I approached him with the best smile I could give."Hey," I said softly.He lifted his head, and relief flickered across his face as he smiled. "You showed up.""Were you expecting me not to show up?" I asked, sitting across from him.He looked down briefly, rubbing the back of his neck. "For a moment… yeah. I thought you wouldn’t, judging from how our last conversation ended.""Yeah…" I whispered, lowering my gaze to th

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉My eyes fluttered as I opened them, and the second I noticed where I was, I quickly sprang up from the bed. I had passed out earlier of what I had done to myself, but someone like me didn’t belong in the hospital.With a growl of impatience, I ripped the IV fluid line out of my vein, and despite the scorching pain from my stomach, I climbed down from the bed. I needed to leave this place.Just as I took a staggering step toward the door, it creaked open and Papillon walked in.“What the hell are you doing?!” she gasped, her voice instantly spiking with sheer panic. She rushed toward me, her eyes wide with terror. “You can’t leave! You just underwent surgery!”“Were you the one who brought me here?” I asked.“No, I didn’t. It was Pierre and Ox. They were the ones who brought you here and told me about it,” she replied.I nodded curtly, pushing past her to escape, but she grabbed my hand. Suddenly, she let out a sharp, horrified gasp. “Demon… you’re bleeding.”I looked down.

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉A few men were laid on the ground dead as well, obviously being beaten to death by Shadows.They had broken into the house, and Shadow had fought, but unfortunately, he got shot. While I stared in shock over the death of my pet, I felt the presence of someone behind me.Before he could pull the trigger at me, I dodged it quickly. The bullet flew and hit the window, shattering the glass.He tried to pull another trigger, and I quickly gave him a kick, kicking the gun off his hand. More men emerged from Papillon's room. They were all pointing their guns at me.My eyes slowly drifted to Papillon's room, feeling thankful that I had sent her to the Onyx Room, rather than asking Pierre and Ox to bring her home.Then my eyes returned to the armed men, my eyes calculating their every move. The second one of them tried to shoot, I jumped, picking up the gun I had kicked out from the first man's hand.Bullets were exchanged between us, and with every bullet we fired, it shattered eve

𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀“You want to know where I am?” I muttered, pretending I didn't hear what she just said.“Yes. You said you're not in Paris, right? You should tell me where you are. I'll come to you,” she said.I touched my earlobe while biting my lower lip. Demon had taken me out of Paris to this place he called Chantilly, for a reason. I wouldn't want to ruin his effort."I'm sorry, Tiffany, but I can't tell you where I am right now," I murmured."What? Why not, Abbie?" her voice broke down again. "I thought we were friends. I really need someone to talk to, and right now, you're the only one I have left. You know how suffocating it is to try and connect with a Parisian, right?""I know, I know that," I pleaded, my heart aching for her. The raw agony in her voice was tearing at my conscience. "But I'm so sorry, Tiffany. It's really, really important that I keep my location a secret. Please understand.""So you're just going to ditch me?" she whimpered. "I thought I could rely on you, Abbi

𝙇𝙊𝙂𝘼𝙉I dropped heavily to my knees, a violent spray of blood ripping from my mouth as a heavy wooden plank splintered brutally against the back of my head.Jericho's men kept kicking and punching me. Despite the pain, despite the bleeding, I didn't stand up to fight back. When I looked at Papillon, it gave me a thousand reasons not to fight back.The kicking and punching went on until I could hardly breathe. My wound opened, and I bled rapidly from my shot arm.Jericho and Tiffany grinned.Of course they had to.They were totally enjoying every bit of it.Finally, Jericho raised a casual, mocking hand. The relentless rain of fists stopped, leaving only the sound of my ragged breathing.Tiffany sneered, casually handing Papillon's limp body over to Jericho. She marched over to me, her boots clicking ominously against the concrete. With a vicious tug, she grabbed my bloody chin, forcing my face up, and landed a shattering slap across my cheek.The sting was nothing compared to the