Redeeming Logan

Chapter Thirty-Two

Logan

L ogan,

Don’t be mad, but I’m stealing your car to run an errand. I promise I’ll be back in a few days!

-Your Little Monster

Taliah’s scrawled handwriting stares back at me for the fiftieth time since I found the letter laying on my desk two days ago. I’ve been wracked with all kinds of emotions since I found it. First was anger, pissed that she would leave me, having flashbacks of Shannon when she left me all those years ago. Next came sadness, for not having her around, for missing her bright smile and her need to be near me. Now I’m currently full of anxiety, an odd feeling for me, but anxiety nonetheless. Worried that she won’t make it back in one piece from whatever errand she deemed was worthy enough to leave me for.

Trying to think of any possible thing that she could leave me for keeps me coming up blank. She has no more family, and no desire to see her one friend anymore, well, that I know of. There’s nothing left out there for her, I’m all she has left. Pacing my bedroom as time ticks by at a crawl is driving me insane. By the time the sun starts to set behind the trees, I’m about ready to chase after her on foot until the lock to my door pops open, and a haggard Taliah steps through the threshold.

“Where the fuck have you been!?” I scream, rushing towards her, grabbing her by the biceps and hauling her up against the wall, kicking the door shut with my heel. She leans her head back against the wall with a ghost of a smile on her lips. “Taliah, you better have a good fucking reason for leaving.” The unhinged giggle that slips from her lips is enough to make me drop her arms like they burned me, taking a few steps back, my gaze sweeping over her as she doubles over in laughter. “What the fuck is so funny?”

“Did you really think I’d just up and leave you? I left you a note!” She says through her laughter, tears leaking from the corner of her eye. “You’re acting like an overprotective boyfriend, and honestly, it looks kind of hot on you.” Giggles still escaping her as she walks towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck and coming up on her tiptoes to plant her lips against mine. All the anger drains from my body as she kisses me so sweetly, but all too soon she’s pulling away. “I wouldn’t leave you Logan, not now, not ever.” She whispers, her lips sliding against mine as she speaks. Giving my lips one last peck, she drops her arms from my neck and takes a step back. “I have a surprise for you. Well, for us really.” Fidgeting with her fingers nervously as she looks up at me through her lashes, biting her lip, “Something for us to play with together; would you like to see it?”

“What did you bring me, Little Monster?” I say with a tilt of my head, she reaches up and grabs my hand, it dwarfing her tiny fingers. “Show me.” With a smile on her face, she tugs me out of the bedroom. Leading me down the hall, past my work shop, past her room, winding through the halls towards the exit. I allow her to swipe my key card against the pad, the door popping open with a click. Taliah guides me down the halls and through the front door, down the concrete steps to my car at the bottom. She stops in front of the closed trunk, her fingers wringing around each other, her eyes staring at the ground, the nerves coming off of her in waves. “What’s in there, Taliah?” She bites her lip, scuffing her shoe against the gravel; she looks like a little kid who got caught stealing cookies right now. I grab her face between my hands, tilting her eyes up to mine, “What did you bring me, baby?” She takes a deep breath and then hits the key fob, the trunk door opening.

Letting go of Taliah’s face, reaching down, I grab the edge of the trunk in my hands and push it up, the sound of someone struggling inside, and muffled screams reach my ears as the trunk door opens. Looking down into the trunk, a familiar set of wide, tear stained, brown eyes stare back at me. When she sees my face, her screaming and wiggling intensify. I look up at Taliah’s face, and she’s giving me a million dollar smile, like she just won the Olympics. “How did you...” I trail off, realizing that I don’t give a shit how she pulled this off by herself. I grab her face between my hands and slam my lips against hers, ravaging her mouth like I've never kissed a woman before. This kiss is vile; wet, sloppy, and full of teeth. Her fingers clutching me closer to her, trying to rip my shirt from my shoulders. Ripping my lips from hers, I hold her at arms length, trying to catch my breath. “I don’t know how the fuck you managed to do this, and honestly,, I don’t even care. But before I fuck you into a coma, we need to get this bitch inside. Can you grab her feet for me, baby?” I say in a rush as I grab Shannon under the arms. Taliah’s rushed yes follows in the wind as her feet scuff against the gravel, her hands wrapping around Shannon’s tied ankles.

We hoist Shannon’s wriggling body out of the trunk, Taliah yelling, “Wait!”, before she drops her ankles to the ground and rushes to the passenger side of the car. I drop Shannon’s head to the gravel; it hits with a thud, as I watch Taliah rifle through something in the front seat of the car. She shuts the door after finding what she needs and comes around to the back of the car. Kneeling on the ground next to Shannons wiggling body, a syringe in her hand. Taliah holds Shannon’s face down against the ground, the uneven rocks digging into her skin, before she stabs the side of her neck with the needle and pushes the plunger all the way down. Shannon’s body slowly losing all fight before going still on the ground. Taliah pops back up to her feet, making her way to Shannon’s ankles, “Now we can take her inside!” She yells before wrapping her hands around Shannon’s thin legs.

A chuckle slips from my lips as I grab Shannon under her armpits. Lifting her up, trying to take most of the weight for Taliah, we make our way back up the steps of the institute and through the front door. Setting Shannon on the tiles as I close and lock the front door, giving Taliah a moment to breathe, before hoisting her back in the air and making our way to my work shop.

The trek to the workshop was long, sweaty, and all around a whole ass challenge. By the time we get to the door, we both are dripping sweat, and our breathing is echoing off the concrete walls. Taliah swipes my key card against the lock, and before she can turn around, I drag Shannon’s limp body through the open doorway. Yanking her across the floor before gripping her around her tiny waist and tossing her carelessly onto one of the now empty metal tables in the room. I work quickly to secure Shannon’s wrists to the table, making my way to her ankles and being surprised that Taliah has them both already strapped down to the table.

I look up at Taliah, her face bright with another smile, her eyes shining with mischief. Striding across the small space, I lean down and wrap my arms around her thighs, tossing her over my shoulder. “God damnit, you’re perfect, and I can’t wait to show that pussy just how perfect it is.” I growl as I make my way out of the workshop and towards my bedroom, Taliah’s laughter trailing after us.