||They meet again||

15//Library Boy

It's been a while, hasn't it? Oh well, enjoy this little peak of Logan's mind in this chapter and I really hope you'll enjoy it. Also get ready for the next few chapters because holy fuck, there's going to be shit loads of drama.

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Logan Reat:

I scan through the letter, my leg bouncing up and down. This is weird, so fucking weird. Everyone knows I would never write shit like that, but who else could have written that? Michelangelo? Someone totally different?

"Do you know who it could be?" she hesitantly asks and I shake my head. "I'm sorry Violet, but I'll make sure to find out for you." "How?" shit. How do you tell someone you're a mafia leader, without telling them you're a mafia leader?

"Don't worry about it." I answer handing her the letter back. It makes me want to throw up, that's what the letter does to me. "Come on lets get comfortable, we could watch a movie?" I suggest, changing the subject.

We both get changed, me now being in some gray sweatpants along with a plain white shirt, that is way to tight but it still fits somehow. I walk out of the bathroom and almost laugh at Violet visibly swallowing while starring at my abs. She thinks she's slick.

I let out a breathy chuckle, bumping her shoulder while walking past her, a smirk glued to my lips. "Get changed Violet." she quickly catches herself again, rushing into the bathroom and shutting the door close.

I turn on the TV in my room, getting some drinks for the both of us when I notice how she's still inside the bathroom. Why is it taking her so long? I'm about to knock on the door when it swings open and reveals Violet in black satin shorts and a matching tank top. For fucks sake.

The lace on her top makes me suck in a sharp breath as I step back and she walks past me. The scalloped lace trimmed tank is opened in the back and I can basically see her whole back. Her shorts rise to her waist and her whole gorgeous fucking thigh is visibly. Jesus help me.

"Don't your eyes hurt?" she snaps me out of my gaze. "What?" "Don't your eyes hurt? Like after all the starring?" a smirk spreads out on her face as I lick my lips, raising an eyebrow at her. "I wasn't starring." she tilts her head, squinting her eyes at me as she walks up to me. My eyes widen the slightest bit when she stops right in front of me, body on body and puts her arms on my chest.

She gets up on her toes, inching closer to my face and I inhale a sharp breath. My eyes flutter, her lips almost touching mine. "Liar." she breathes her hot breath lingering on my lips when she steps back and plops down on my bed, grabbing the remote control.

This woman. To say I wanted to cut all the strings with her not even an hour ago.

The rest of the night consists of us watching three different movies. I already forgot the names. While watching the fourth one she picked out it's already two in the morning and when I look over to her I find her asleep cuddling my blanket.