Logan's Flower

Chapter 10

"You knocked Daisy up and don't want to deal with the consequences. Don't worry; I don't want you around her or the baby either. But shit happens in life. So, I will give you some paperwork to fill out. Then we will go to a clinic where you will get a blood work done. When the baby will be born, I'll contact you and you will go to the court where you will give up the parental rights. Got it?" Logan asks in a low and rumbly voice.

"Sure, I don't want her or that brat. I already told her to get rid-"

"Shut your stupid mouth," Logan hisses. "If I were you, I would choose my words very carefully. Because she's mine, that includes the baby and I won't hesitate to break every bone in your worthless body if you'll insult what's mine."

I'm his, that's something new. But I stay quiet.

Rickey nods his head, but keeps quiet too. Hey, he has some brains after all.

"Daisy, give me papers," Logan says, not even looking.

I hand him the folder and he pushes it at Rickey's chest.

"Sit down and fill them in," Logan commands, releasing the guy's throat.

"Should just call the cops on you," Rickey mutters, sitting down on his worn out couch.

"You do that. And I will be the first to point out to them about the weed in your pocket and that stash in the kitchen," Logan states calmly, surveying the room.

"What the fuck?" Rickey stand, turning on Logan. "How do you know about that?"

"Sit down, Pencil-Dick, and do the paperwork. I know a lot so you better start scribbling, so I can get out of here faster."

I lean against the wall looking at Logan as he stands next to the couch with his legs apart and his hands behind his back. I know he's been in military, but I actually don't know which branch he served at. His posture is relaxed, but his eyes alert. Looking at him now, the word military just jumps out of his every move. And he actually looks really hot. I wouldn't mind him commanding me right now, to bend over or to get down on my knees. Shit! Bad thoughts, bad! I shift a little, pressing my legs together and look away.

"You feeling okay, Daisy?" Logan asks, turning towards me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I shuffle from one foot to other. "I'll um... I need to use the bathroom. Don't mind me," I say, turning and heading in the direction of the bathroom. I close the doors behind me and wrinkle my nose. This place is disgusting.

I wash my hands and look in the mirror. My cheeks are red and my brown eyes big. Shaking my head, I turn the tap off and shake my hands. I'm not using a towel in this place. I take a few steadying breaths and try to clear my mind from the gutter it went into. I have noticed that my libido had increased, but this is something new, getting turned on by just the sight of Logan like this. Damn.

As I exit, Logan is standing in front of the doors. He immediately comes closer, cupping my cheeks.

"You okay, baby? You look flushed." He sounds concerned, as his eyes search my face, like he could see inside me to find out what is wrong.

"I'm fine. Thank you. It's just hot in here," I lie.

Logan looks at me for a moment longer, then nods.

I take my place by the wall again and wait. When Rickey finishes, he hands the papers to Logan.

"Now what?" Rickey's tone is impatient, and he's jittery, but he keeps his distance from Logan.

"Now, take your ID and get your ass moving. I have other things to do today," Logan says, ushering me out of the apartment.

As always, Logan opens the car doors for me and I climb inside.