CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY FIVE

Chuckling, "hmm, Jamie's not going to make a good secretary" Papa laughs, his eyes twinkling.

By my average, Papa must be in his late seventies, his face creased with crinkles but he's doesn't come across weak and old. If anything, he's still a force to be reckon with.

"My coming out of the hospital, was followed with a bit of a frenzy so we didn't speak about everything that occurred during my hospitalization," I explained, "and for the record, Jamie's a photographer and a very good one at that." I defended my woman, because no one would make her seem inferior for any task.

Nodding in agreement, "yes, but as I said, she's not fit for this type of life, your life." Papa stressed, but instead of questioning him, I wondered where he is coming from and who has he been discussing my wife with, or better yet, who has been discussing my wife with him.

Pouring myself another shot, "I was not involved in this life when I met Jamie, but since my return from the hospital, I am constantly being dragged into it, mainly by my grandfather." I informed Papa, watching for his reaction at my grandfather's name and with raised eyebrows, he shrugged and nods to someone to the side of me.

The waitress from earlier approached the table with the same shy smile directed at me before turning her attention to Papa.

"Yes sir?" She politely addressed him.

Ignoring her, "would you like something to eat?" Papa spoke to me instead.

Lifting my eyes to the waitress, then back to Papa, "I'm good." I smiled, mentally preparing myself to leave.

Definitely disappointed with my response, Papa silently waves the waitress off with huff, giving me his full attention now.

"Your choices are not going to work in your favor" Papa says and narrowing my eye, I stared at him silently and wait for him to continue.

When I remained silent, Papa took that as an opportunity to continue, "you are destined for greater things and your wife, like your mother would hold you back." Papa explains and I still remained silent, wishing I could smash the bottle of Jack Daniels on his head,

This man is disrespecting both my wife and mother in the same breath, but I wait for him to continue realizing that this fool could reveal what my grandfather's plans are and what he has gotten himself tied up in.

Frowning at my continued silence, "Logan, I'm aware that your wife ran away, but for her safety, I suggest you leave her on the run." Papa finally reveals his reason for seeking my out?

Standing up abruptly, the chair I sat on fell back, "you suggest?" I repeated harshly, fighting the urge to drag him across the table.

Papa silently looked around the room, but I kept my eyes on him waiting for him to make his move.

"Sit down Logan!" Papa advises me but I won't back down, not now, not ever and this is something he should know.

Looking around the room again, Papa smiles, then turns to me, "you may not believe it but I am on your side here" he assures me, but I refused to obey him even though I respect him.

Scuffing, I shook my head, "my side?" I raised my voice, "you sit there" I continued point to the where he sat across from my, "and disrespect my mother, you disrespect my wife?" my voice just keeps getting louder, "and then, you have the audacity to say that you're on my side?" I accused him, leaning down, breathing heavily, slamming a fist down on the table, causing the bottle of Jack Daniel to topple, but not break.

I turned angrily to see who came to stand beside me, ready to slam them against the wall, only to simmer down slightly when I saw it was Bob. My eyes travelled around the room noticing the two table with my guys empty, with Cam behind Bob, while Justin seem to be settling the bill.

Turning back to Papa, "with all due respect, whatever is going on between my wife and I, isn't anyone's business but ours and please, refrain from calling my mother's name in your mouth!" I growled angrily, turning to walk out of Papa's joint.

I led the way out towards the elevator, followed by Bob, Cam and I am sure that my brother is definitely behind us.

"PRINCE LOGAN DANIELS!" A voice boomed from behind us, halting me in my tracks, because the voice sounds vaguely familiar.

"Move on" Cam says from behind me pushing me forward but I just couldn't move. The sound of a voice that haunted me for years, held me paralysed.

Slowly turning around, my eyes met my past. A past that has haunted me for years. A past where I was constantly the good guy following the instructions of my grandfather and one of the instruction, was eliminating, Douglar, the son of one of grandfather's rival.

Frowning, I looked beyond Douglar at Justin, who was just a stunned as I was.

I was caught unaware with the revelation, that Douglar, the man I killed when I was seventeen, is actually alive.

Since Douglar, called me out I decided to wait for him to have his say, since I didn't even know that he was here. As far as I could remember, he was dead.

Spreading his arms out and looking around the room with a gleam of mischief in his eyes, "the party hasn't even started yet and you're leaving, already?" Douglar chuckles, as he walks closer towards me.

If he was trying to intimedated me, then he won't succeed. I maybe be caught unaware, but I will not allow myself to be pushed.

Shoving my hands into my front pocket, I stood with legs apart and wait for Douglar to speak again. Him being here is not a coincidence, especially him calling my attention to him.

What's his purpose?