Chapter 10 – Gathering Reinforcements

Logan was a man on a mission. After making sure that Ororo had arrived to work safely, he had broken every driving infraction, speeding to his office where he set about to make a few important calls. After Ororo had fallen asleep last night and he had secured the property, he had stayed awake well into the early morning hours formulating plans to deal with the potential threat of her ex. He had decided that the best plan of action was to have as many people on their side as possible, because there were no doubts in his mind that the prince was not above using shady means to get what he wanted. He was positive that money had changed hands somewhere in order for that message to reach Ororo and as God was his witness, he was going to find out the who, what, where and why.

From what Ororo had relayed to him about the narcissistic jerk, he readily hated him. As she told him of her history with the chump, he had to continuously squelch the uncontrollable need that came over him to seek the prince out and inflict great pain on him. Just thinking about the pain and suffering she endured at the hands of this coward angered him greatly. How dare the fool hurt his Ororo? Only weak, spineless men abused women and he firmly believed that such men deserved the harshest punishment possible. He remembered his father always drilling into him that women were to be treasured and protected and those lessons were later reiterated and continued by Travis Hudson. He was seriously itching for a good fight with the prince, to give him a dose of his own medicine, but Ororo had made sure that that wasn't going to happen. He was still a bit peeved that before she had fallen asleep, she was able to wheedle out of him, his promise to not seek T'Challa out by himself for the sake of retribution on her behalf. He had feigned innocence of course, but the woman knew him well. He smiled when he remembered her impaling him with her sky blues and telling him that his walloping of Anna Marie's attacker at the foster home told her all she needed to know. However, as much as he wanted to knock the prince down a few pegs, his promise to Ororo was more important.

As he drove her to work, he had outlined the course of action he came up with. At first, she was apprehensive in opening up to people she was unfamiliar with, but he was able to reassure her that her privacy would be respected by the people he chose. He was able to set her at ease, where she eventually supported his plan to involve his friends and family he knew would be able to help. He was relieved that she held confidence in him to protect her. He would be lying if he said he wasn't worried about her ability to trust him to offer her protection after the rough patches in their conversations the night before. He told her all whom he will be seeking help from. His cousin Victor Creed, his good friend and ex-military mate, John Wraith and of course his sister and Remy.

When he got into his office, his first call was to his cousin Victor Creed. Both Victor's mother and his mother were sisters. He had lost touch with Victor once his mother had died and he had to run away to Canada to escape the foster care system. They had only reconnected five years ago and stayed in touch since. Victor was a special agent in the criminal investigative division of the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He was four years older than Logan and also married with a horde of kids. Poor Raven. Knowing his cousin, she was probably well on her way to being pregnant with child number seven by now. Logan shook his head as he dialed Victor's cell phone number.

"Yo." Came the familiar greeting on the third ring.

"What's up Bigfoot?"

"Jimmy?"

"The one and only."

Victor rumbled with laughter. "What's goin' on, runt?"

Logan laid back in his chair and propped his booted feet up on his desk. "I need your help, Vic."

"I'm listenin'."

Logan sighed. "My girlfriend's ex is stalking her. She got a mysterious note in her mailbox from who we believe to be him, but we're not one hundred percent sure. Spooked her out and annoyed the hell outta me."

"Ya'll still got the note and whatever it came in?" Victor inquired.

"Yeah."

"When can ya come down ta the city? Bring the note and whatever else and bring ya woman too. I'll need background on the stalker." Good ole Victor. Always ready to lend a helping hand. At times like these, Logan was grateful that he had people in his life who will offer their help without hesitation, expecting nothing in return.

"We can come whenever. Just give us a time and date. Besides, I believe I did promise Raven to come to dinner next time I'm in the city."

"I'll run it by Raven and text ya, lata."

After a few more minutes of catching up on the latest goings on in their lives and with a promise to see him and his family soon, Logan terminated the call. He sighed. One reinforcement down, three to go. He scrolled through his contacts to locate the next number he was going to call. W & W Security Services. He hope Wade Wilson wasn't the one who answered.

"Wraith here."

Logan breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that it wasn't Wade who answered. He wasn't up for one of his extensive annoying nonsensical monologues.

"John? Logan. How goes it?"

"What's up buddy?"

"I have another job for you."

John detected the seriousness of his friend's tone, so he asked, "Talk to me, buddy."

"Someone got on my girlfriend's property and left her a threatening note. I think she's being watched too."

"Okay. I can come by your office and you can give me specifics. Then we can go survey her property and I'll know what security measures to take."

"Thanks, John. I appreciate that."

"No problem man. That's what friends are for. You've helped me more than enough times. How does Saturday afternoon sound?"

"That should be fine, but let me inform 'Ro and get back to you."

"No problem."

"How's Wade? Driving you nuts?"

"What else is new man? Wade could drive the Pope to do drugs."

Logan laughed heartily. They exchanged a few more pleasantries before the call was ended.

He was pleased that the plans he had formulated were going smoothly so far. That fake ass wannabe king had no idea who he was dealing with. He was about to learn that one doesn't come after his family without him getting involved. Especially when he had friends and family with integrity who had his back and couldn't be bought off. He picked up his phone, intent on checking in with his lady love.

Her singsong voice that greeted him caused a heat to consume him. He shifted until he was more comfortable in his seat before he greeted her. "Hey sweetheart."

"Hi yourself handsome. How is your day so far?"

"So far so good, babe. I got Vic and John on board. I'll tell you more about it when I see you later."

"Sounds good," she replied. Then, in a sultry shy voice, "I miss you."

Logan's voice was gruffer than usual when he replied, "I miss you too, baby. I can't wait to see you."

Unknown to Logan, Remy was just about to enter the office when he heard Logan's reply. Being the inquisitive friend that he was, Remy purposefully held the door opened just a crack to eavesdrop. It wasn't everyday he heard the mountain man tell someone he missed them.

Logan heard the smile in her voice, when she rejoined him with, "Hmm…what do you plan to do when you see me later?"

Logan sighed, loving hearing her sounding so jolly and sexy. "Well, I think a foot massage is in order and then some snuggling."

Remy grinned. His friend had a woman. Sly dog never said a damn thing. He couldn't wait to interrogate him.

"When was the last time I told you that you were wonderful?" Ororo murmured.

"This morning before you kissed me senseless."

She giggled. "Are you complaining?"

"No complaints here, darlin'. Matter of fact, I'll complain if you didn't do it."

Remy raised an eyebrow. His partner was in love. The tone of his voice said it all.

Logan heard the sound of the school bell in the background, letting him know that their telephone interlude was coming to an end.

"I am sorry, darling, but I have to get going to my History class. I shall see you later. Goodbye." She made kissing noises through the telephone.

"'Bye babe." He grinned broadly and this was the exact facial expression that Remy strolled into the office seeing.

Remy was whistling a bawdy tune he remembered from their military days, as he walked over to his desk and dropped down in his chair. He grinned at Logan like a Cheshire cat. "Mornin' homme. Ya look like ya wake up on the right side 'o the bed this mornin'."

Logan gave him a hard look, which in essence told him to mind his business.

"I haven't seen ya smilin' like that in a long time. What's her name?" Remy continued undaunted.

Silence.

"I hope she's at least pretty."

"She's beautiful," Logan blurted out before he could stop himself. Damn! He could have kicked himself for the slip up.

Remy chuckled. "Ya always attracted the pretty ones. So tell me more about her."

"Beautiful, smarter than Einstein and sexier than holy hell," Logan rushed out.

"Damn. Sounds good. She got a sister?"

"Anna knows you looking for another skirt?" Logan joked.

"Anna knows I love her more than life itself. But nothin' wrong wid a man lookin'. I'm sure ya took couple 'o peeks while ya were married ta Miss high maintenance."

Logan smiled, remembering the one time he did look that was actually worth it. It was worth it then and it was even more priceless now. And he was going to do everything in his power to protect it. Just the thought of Ororo cause him to grow hard.

Remy took notice of the smile that told him all he needed to know. "So when do me and Anna meet the mysterious woman?"

Logan fidgeted in his seat. His brows furrowed some. "I was thinking to invite both of you over to my place tomorrow evening. I want the two of you to meet her because she and I need your help."

Remy heard the serious undertone in his friend's voice. He leaned over his desk. "Ev'rythin' alright, mon ami?"

Logan exhaled loudly. "Yeah. Except…." He trailed off.

"Except?"

"We got reason to believe her ex is threatening her. She's scared and I'm aggravated to the point where I want to seek the bastard out and beat the shit out of him."

Remy's loud expletive echoed within the silence of the shared office space. "Ya'll call the cops?"

"Yeah, but they weren't much help."

Remy sucked his teeth. He knew all too well that to be the truth. The cops sure as hell weren't much help to him when he had his own drama dealing with his crazy ex Belladonna. He shook his head. "Ya'll need ta look into other ways ta deal wid the problem, because I can tell ya the cops won't do shit unless somebody actually gets hurt. And by then it could be too late."

"I agree. I already called Vic to see if he can help with getting any prints or whatever else from the note she got. I also got John on board to put up security cameras around her house to see who's been lurking about."

Remy nodded his head. "Good. Seems like ya'll got things figured out. So how can me and Anna help?"

"Well when you all come over tomorrow, you'll get a better understanding of why I need your help and why we have to move carefully. We aren't dealing with your regular nut, Rems."

"I'll help anyway I can and you know Anna will too. Hell, she'll probably go find him and kick his ass," Remy chuckled.

"Thanks." A faraway look took over Logan's face before he muttered under his breath, "I can't lose her."

"She worth it?"

"More than you'll ever know, Cajun."

"So, mon ami. Ya got a bele, eh?"

Logan couldn't help the huge grin that spread across his face and the surge of joy that bubbled in his chest. "Hell yes!"

Bele – girlfriend