Sorry for the late update. I'm fluent in Arabic (Long story) and I got this job where I have to translate two Nicholas Sparks books. I wouldn't complain though; it's good money. Also, I snapped my right elbow somehow, it hurts like hell.
I promise I'll do the best I can with this. I know where this is going, I just have no time to write.
Enough bothering you with my life.
End rant; Enjoy.
Three years ago.
Chat was all over the table; different topics. But mostly about Logan's proposal two days earlier and plans for the wedding.
"We're so not getting married in a couple of months." Logan argued with Mrs. Knight; "Luce's parents don't even know I proposed yet."
"Just get it over with, wimp!" Katie exclaimed from her place on the other side of Kendall, causing laughter between the big family.
"I'm not!" Logan shouted over the laughter; turning to Kendall. "Ken-dork, back me up here!"
Kendall chuckled; "I'm sorry, bro. I would like to stay away from this oral argument against Katie; I'll never win."
Logan blinked at him; "WIMP!" The family broke into another fit of laughter.
Jo leaned into Kendall slightly; "Don't call my boyfriend a wimp."
Lucy chuckled; "He won't stop until you all stop calling my fiancée one."
Logan smiled and kissed her cheek; "See? Our ladies are so smitten."
Katie rolled her; "Boys."
The family's chatter continued, the family not noticing the slight, yet meaningful nod that Kendall sent towards Logan. They didn't pay attention to Logan's quite 'Excuse me', either, too engrossed in Katie's tale of how she rejected some guy who tried to ask her out.
Minutes later, Kendall followed
Logan came back minutes later with a small plate with a fortune cookie. He walked towards Kendall and Jo, setting it right in front of Jo.
"Okay?" Jo said, looking at Logan's beaming face weirdly.
"Enjoy!" He said, just as Kendall walked back in with a hand behind his back and stood behind Jo.
Lucy eyes widened slightly as she looked at Logan, who was looking at Kendall with a proud look on his face.
Yep, he's gonna pop the question.
Jo cracked open the fortune cookie, recognizing Logan's hand writing almost instantly. She turned to Logan; "What is that supposed to mean? 'Are you ready for forever?'"
Logan shrugged and pointed behind her. Jo stood up from her seat and looked behind her, her mouth dropped, forming a perfect 'O' shape.
Kendall was on one knee, holding a cupcake, with chocolate spelling 'Marry Me' and the frosting holding up the ring. "So?" He started; "Are you ready to spend your forever with me?"
'Aw's filled the air as Jo nodded with a hand over her mouth, too touched to actually speak.
"Yes!" Logan exclaimed as Kendall got up, picking the ring off the cake and cleaning it with a napkin. "Told you it would work!"
Lucy turned to Logan with her eyebrows up; "That was your idea?"
Logan nodded proudly; "Yes." He answered; watching Kendall sliding the ring up Jo's finger; "I even made the cupcake and the cookie. Everything."
Lucy nodded, watched the couple as they shared a kiss. She picked up her purse and smacked Logan with it.
"What the-?" He was interrupted by another smack.
"Are. You. Kidding. Me?" Lucy said, still smacking him with the purse. "That was just so sweet! Why didn't you propose like that?"
"You actually like that?" Logan chuckled; "I didn't think you're into those… cliché, cheesy stuff?"
Lucy just smacked him again.
"What?" Roberts yelled frantically, getting up and walking around his desk.
Carlos was regretted it for a moment; he regretted joining Logan for a moment. He was tempted to rat Logan out.
Roberts's gonna kill us, both of us. He's going to torture us and we'll die a slow, painful death.
But then the moment passed. He remembered why he was helping Logan in the first place, why Logan was doing what he was doing. And the moment passed.
Just as simple as that.
"Cops were everywhere, they have been keeping an eye out on one of those dudes. He must have had some sort of a criminal record or something. They busted it us as soon as we got the money. And we fought, hard. We lost Wayne, but Carlos and I managed to get the mon-"
The slap echoed through the room.
Carlos almost jumped in, to keep Logan off Roberts. But he was surprised when Logan didn't attack; he was just standing there, silently looking at the older man with a flaming cheek.
"You irresponsible amateurs!" Roberts screamed in Logan's face; "You can do nothing right. I should've never ordered you to kill Collins; he's obviously better in this than you ever going to be, kid!"
Even that didn't get a reaction out of Logan.
"Garcia, leave." Roberts ordered, still glaring at Logan.
"But, sir-" Carlos started but was immediately cut off.
"Leave, Carlos." And he was surprised that Logan was the one to cut him off.
Carlos nodded, leaving the two men standing eye to eye.
James let Camille drag him to his room, he knew she figured out he was lying. Like she always did.
After locking the door, she turned to face him with her hands on her hips; "So?"
Maybe playing dumb would help.
"So?" He repeated.
Camille sighed, walking to sit on the chair by the desk; "James, you might be a great actor; but you're a horrible liar."
"I know."
"So, are you ready to come clean about whatever happened to you?"
James ran a hand through his hair for what seemed to him like the millionth time that day; "I was just out."
"James, ju-"
Camille was interrupted by frantic knocks on the door; she was more worried at the look of distress on her brother's face as he sprang up to open it.
When Carlos came in, worry and fear on his face, James forgot for a moment that Camille was standing right behind them.
And Carlos didn't even notice her in the first place.
"Where the hell is Logan?" James asked, pulling Carlos inside and locking the door once more; "What happened? What did my dad say?"
Carlos shook his head; "I don't, I don't know! He kicked me out, I didn't get the cha-"
"What happened to Logan?"
Both men turned to Camille, noticing her standing there for the first time since Carlos came in. James delivered a mental smack to his head.
How the fuck did I forget she was right there?
"Umm. Well, it's just that-Logan is- we're-" They both stumbled over their words, unable to think of what to say, trying to avoid the main reason.
I can't tell her the truth. She just can't know.
Another knock on the door saved both men.
They both reached for the door at the same time, chocking back sighs of relief when they saw Logan's face on the other side.
He was about to start talking to James when he noticed Camille behind him and Carlos. A smile lighted up his face as he walked between the two men, ignoring their
existence for a second as he made his way over to her.
"Hi." He said as he grasped her hand in his, moving it up to plant a gentle kiss to her knuckles.
"Hey." She blushed, ignoring Carlos who raised an eyebrow at them and turned to James. She reached her right hand to Logan's cheek, the one still red and slightly blue, from when Roberts had slapped him. "What happened?" She asked, creasing his cheek softly with the back of her hand.
"An accident, we hit James's car a few blocks away. I was driving and my face got slammed against the steering wheel. Nobody got hurt though, James's car was just smashed; but he was all buckled up. So was Carlos. I was the only stupid guy on board. Everything is fine."
How can he manage a poker face while lying, but not when he's staring at her like that? Like he can't live without her?
Camille stared at Logan for a little more than necessary. She shifted her eyes to James and Carlos, who were squirming uncomfortably under her gaze. She looked back at Logan; "You're lying." She started; "You're all lying, you and James. And I'm sure if Carlos tried to talk, lies are going to spill out." She sighed; "But I trust you and James; I trust that you two will never cause me any harm."
"We're not causing anybody any harm, Camille." James added, reassuringly.
Camille nodded. She kissed Logan's red cheek; whispering a quite 'Take Care'. She walked towards the door; "Bye, James. I hope to see you soon, Carlos."
And she was gone.
Logan turned to James and Carlos with a small smile, a finger over his cheek; right where Camille kissed him.
"Ummm, did I just see what I think I saw?" Carlos asked as he closed the door again, grinning widely; "He's whipped!"
James chuckled as he walked back towards his bed, sitting cross legged on the edge; wondering how three minutes between Logan and Camille could actually lift his mood a bit.
Carlos moved in front of Logan, noticing that the latest was actually looking at the door and not at them. He snapped his fingers near Logan's ear, bringing him back to reality. "So, what happened in there, after he slapped you?"
"He slapped Logan?" James exclaimed in surprise.
Logan shrugged; "He apologized. And he's sending me in today, with Carlos as my back up."
Carlos's eyes widening; "So soon?"
Logan nodded; "Apparently, the Valkyr is different than any other addictive drug." At their confused faces, Logan continued; "It has a cure."
Okay, I should really stop it with the filler.
Next chapter is packed though. It will be up tomorrow, hopefully.