Gasp! What? Is this the chapter where you finally find out about Logan's past? I think it is!
Dressed to Sneak Around
"Hello?"
"Why did your men have to shoot me? I mean, come on, that was uncalled for after I stole the bracelet and framed Logan."
"Knight? Why does your voice sound so different?"
"I don't know, maybe because you tried to have me shot. Don't want anyone to realize it's me."
"I called you Knight."
"You don't know if that's my real name. For all you know it can be Clarence, or Bob!"
Brenan was quickly growing impatient with Knight's rambles. "Why did you call?"
"One thing has bothered me for a long time since you put me on this job. Why did you want specifically Logan Mitchell to be framed?"
"I told you that is none of your business."
"Come on, you owe me that much for getting me shot."
He was getting irritated with this conversation. "To be honest, I wouldn't have cared who you framed, but my friend did."
"Will you tell me who this friend is?"
"No, I'm hanging up now. But first, a threat: if you know what's good for you, you will bring me the bracelet you stole for me, catch Logan and give him to the police."
"Wha? I ca..t.. hea…ou…break….p." The line went did.
Knight walked into the garage, after successfully recording Brenan's conversation with him. He walked up to his truck when his phone rang. "Hello?"
"Oh good, you're still awake."
"Mom? Why're you awake at one in the morning? Did something happen? Is Katie alright?"
His mother laughed at his frantic tone. "Sweetie, everything's alright. I just wanted to call you. Why are you awake at one in the morning?"
"I asked you first."
"I just finished grading some papers." A sigh. "I finally get to do what I love, but I never knew it was so much work."
"Yeah, so, what's up?"
"Katie told me about this boy you are seeing."
"I'm not seeing him mom. We're friends."
"Still, I wanted to see how you're holding up. She also told me you were in an accident."
"I'm good. He actually helped with the accident. He knows all that medical stuff."
"Oh, well I'm glad you're ok, and tell him thank you for helping my son."
A chuckled fell from Knight's lips as he opened the truck door. "I will mom."
There was a moment of silence.
"So… what's his name?"
"Logan."
"What's he like?"
"Are we really going to have this conversation right now?"
"Yes, now tell me, what's he like?"
Knight was now driving down the street in his truck, heading to a gated community across town. "He's really nice, but has this underlying eeriness."
"What do you mean?"
"He's one of the nicest, loyalists, caring person I've ever met, but as the same time he has this look in his eyes that just shows so much pain."
"I still don't understand."
"I don't really either. I've talked to his friends and they've said a lot of bad things have happened to him, but it's not there place to tell. All I know is that he has a lot of baggage."
"Well, honey everyone has baggage. From what you told me though it seems as if he's working hard to not let it affect him."
"Yeah," he parked down the street of the house he was heading to. "mom, I gotta go."
"Ok sweetie, I hope everything works out."
"I do too" Knight sighed. "Bye."
"Bye sweetie." He hung up and quietly got out of the truck and went through the back alleys of the houses.
He got a text from Carlos as he walked up to the back of the house.
"House security down."
Knight crawled over the very tall fence without much effort. Completely astonished by the vast backyard, large gazebo, hot tube, and swimming pool. He stayed in the dark shadows of the fence as he stalked his way to the large porch. Quiet as a mouse, Knight walked up the porch steps.
He could easily pick this door open with his eyes closed. A subtle click from the lock caused Knight's eyes to open. Dreadfully slow, he opened the door. As he paced into the deadly silent kitchen he looked around. All the lights in the house were off, not a noise except for his quiet breathing could be heard.
He almost jumped when he felt his phone vibrate in his black jacket. He looked at it, another text from Carlos, but this time it was the layout of the mansion sized house. Quickly he memorized the print out of the house and put his phone away. He headed out of the kitchen to the windup staircase in the front of the house.
He stopped dead in his tracks when he heard a growl right as he put on the first stair. At an agonizing pace he turned his head to see a large black Labrador snarling its teeth at him. It bent over ready to pounce the intruder in the house he swore to protect after he got a treat from his snooty, but loving master.
"Shit…" Kendall slowly inched his hand towards the inside of his jacket feeling the cold steel touch his glove covered hands. "sorry dog." Before it could jump at him he dragged out the tranquilizer gun and shot the dog. It whined, falling to the ground with a low thud.
Knight sighed; slowly he climbed up the steps to the master bedroom.
He snaked through the hall until he reached the double doors for the bedroom, making sure the coast was clear he creaked the door open enough to let him through. He tip-toed against the wall to the large walk in closet, making sure he didn't disturb the two figures in the large queen bed a few feet away.
Walking in, he closed the door behind him. Grabbing the flashlight from his inside pocket of his jacket he turned it on and started his search. Finding the row of suits relatively quickly he started his work quickly.
"Found 'em."
After finishing the deed he came to do he walked back down the stairs in a very light, but agile jog. But as he made his way back to the kitchen exit a shimmer of the moonlight out of his peripheral caught his eye.
"Ooh."
Knight quietly walked back into the loft, as to not interrupt anyone's sleep. He took his shoes off with his toes, but midstep he tripped and stubbed his toe against the end table next to the door.
"Fffffuuuuuck!" The cursed out hiss escaped his mouth as he grabbed his toe, jumping on one foot. Jumping up and down, rubbing his toe he hopped his way to the couch.
The only light that gave him any glimpse at where anything was, was shining through the large glass factory looking windows behind the TV. "Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!" The pained mumble repeatedly left his mouth.
Just as he was almost at the couch he heard movement from behind him. He jerked his head back in enough time to see Logan running at him. "Lo-!"
Logan tackled him to the ground, successfully cutting him off. His breath escaped his lungs as his head hit against eh hardwood floors near the table with the lamp on the right of the couch. Knight groaned, but quickly recovered, eyes wide opened he waved off Logan's punch. "Logie! It's me!"
Logan froze mid punch, his hand quickly went to the lamp not far and turned it on. A gasp fell from his mouth. "Knight! Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Logan pushed himself completely flushed against Knight into an apologetic hug.
"Are you ok? Did I hurt your bullet wound? I'm so sorry!"
Knight couldn't hold back his chuckle at the embarrassed Logan straddling him. He pat Logan on the back, never once trying to separate them from their compromising position. "I'm ok, you didn't hurt my wound.
Logan released himself from the hug, but showed no movement as to releasing himself from Knight's lap. Knight could see the intense blush on Logan's cheeks. He couldn't tell if it was from the hug, nearly punching him out, or the position they were currently in. Either way he didn't care.
"Good. What are you doing up so late?"
"I could be asking you the same thing."
"I was hungry so I was going to make a mid night snack."
"Oh, y part of the job was tonight."
A look of realization hit Logan's face. Right, did everything turn out good?"
"Yeah, had to knock out a dog, but yeah, everything went accordingly."
"You knocked out a dog!?"
"Tranquilized it. Should be waking up in the morning."
"Oh."
A question Knight's been dying to ask was finally asked. "Where'd you learn how to fight?"
That caught Logan completely off guard. "Um, why?"
"Just wondering."
Logan looked away from Knight an out the window. Staring at the moon as he fought himself internally whether he should or shouldn't tell Knight the reason.
Knight could tell Logan was having difficulty answering the question with words, and was about to say he didn't have to answer but Logan spoke after a heavy sigh.
"I learned because of my dad."
"So he taught you?"
A shake from Logan's head. "I learned to protect myself from him." Neither noticed when Knight's hands went to his waist and squeezed reassuringly.
Logan's gaze never left the moon out the window. If he even tried to look at Knight in the eyes he knew his resolve would shatter. Forcing the sting of tears back after the years of abuse, torment, and heart stopping memories flooded back.
When Knight didn't respond Logan continued. "My dad was never the best dad, he tried when I was young, but after my mom… left he stopped completely. That really wasn't the worst of it though. He was, well is the lieutenant of a big hot shot gang back where me, Camille, and James grew up at.
A lot of my skills I learned I was forcibly taught because of my father's… career. Some of the people in the gang taught me a lot of the illegal skills I know. It didn't help when he started drinking. That's around the time I learned how to fight.
While he was on his drunken rants he always blamed me that my mom wasn't around with us anymore. Shortly after that he started hitting me, and when I was fourteen I had enough and started to fight back. Not enough to hurt him, only enough to stop his beatings."
The resolve Logan's been building over the situation for the past two years broke like a twig. With a quiet sob he hid in the crook of Knight's neck. One of the hands of the blond wrapped around Logan's waist and the other around his back as Logan continued the heart breaking confessions.
"The gang was the reason why I learned how to cook too. My dad never bothered to make dinner or do anything around the house so all of that was left to me. Sometimes he would come over with some people from the gang and ordered me to cook for them." Logan was a sobbing mess like Knight would have thought, but the tears wouldn't stop staining his shirt as the brunet continued.
"Guns don't scare me, because he always took me around with the gang and they would always mess with me. I can break into a house easy, slip out of cuff, and get off the grid because of the gang. They weren't the nicest people, heck , they even felt pity for me because of the way my dad treated me. So they taught me everything they knew.
"The continuity behind a gang is family. So they taught me there skills and when I was kidnapped, because I'll tell you, the son of a lieutenant in a gang is supposedly a good bargaining chip.
"When I turned eighteen I left that all behind and moved far away with James and Camille. They know everything, but when we moved I begged them not to tell anyone. I know James told Jo some of this, but not everything."
Logan looked up at Knight, tears slowly stopping. "I became a sign language interpreter, because it makes me feel close to my mom, she's wasn't deaf, just hard of hearing and we used it a lot when I grew up." He looked at Knight and sighed, his eyes drooping don to Knights jacket. "I guess I told you more than I wanted to."
Knight lay there, not knowing what to say. He still needed time to process this, and he could see that Logan was about to freak out from the lack of words he was saying. Knight's hands gripped on Logan's waist and back, pulling him back down for another hug. Logan didn't returned the hug, but couldn't keep himself under control. He returned the hug, face going back in the crook of Knight's neck and this time let all the pain out.
Knight hugged him so he process everything Logan could tell him. He didn't expect any of that. He knew Logan had some secrets but never expected something like this. He never expected Logan to go through so much in life.
He snapped out of his thoughts when Logan sniffed, telling him was getting himself under control once again. Logan propped himself up from the hug and looked at Knight. With the sleeve of his long sleeve shirt he wiped away the tears on his face, giving Knight the most depressing sad smile Knight's ever seen.
"Sorry, that just came out and I couldn't stop myself."
Knight smiled up at Logan, his thumb rubbing soothing circles in Longa's waist. "It's ok."
Logan didn't know what to say, but one word. "…thanks."
"You don't have to thank me."
"But really thank you."
A light chuckle escaped Knight's lips. "If you say thanks one more time I'll shut your mouth with duck tape."
The two barked in a fit of laughter, but once they calmed down Logan asked Knight a question. "Why do you do this?"
Now Knight was confused. "What do you mean?"
"Why are you a thief?"
"Oh…" Knight trailed off. "Well since you told me your secret I shout tell you mine." With a confident breath of air Knight spoke."I have a little sister and mom. They live in California. I do this for them." A sigh "We never had a lot of money growing up, but we managed. Mom was a full time waiter up until I turned eighteen. That's when I first started doing this. I stole, saved up, and when I had enough, I made the two move to California.
"My mom was finally able to do what she loves, teach. Katie, my little sister, was found by some hot shot agent after she fake cried her way to a free dinner at some fast food place. She's been doing commercials for a while, might get a TV deal."
It was Knight's turn to look out the window, but in his position he could only see the tip of the moon at the top of the window. "I do this because I want them to not have to worry if they'll be able to pay next month's rent. I do this so they can be happy. I know that doesn't justify the cause, but I don't think I can do anything else right now except be a thief."
Logan looked down at Knight with a bright smile. "You're such a good person"
Knight couldn't help but laugh. "Yeah, because stealing is such a good thing to do in the eyes of our society."
"I don't care, in my book you're a great person."
"Thanks."
"Don't make me get the tape."
The two laughed, causing Logan to slip from his propped up position, falling back on the still laying Knight. They laughed even harder as Knight propped himself on his elbows. Logan laughed into his chest.
"Logan?" Knight was able to say once he calmed down enough to breath correctly.
Logan looked up from his little hiding spot in Knight's chest. Their lips mere inches away from each other. Knight inched forward, and Logan knew what he wanted to do. And the thing that made Logan smile on the inside was that he wanted the same.
Their lips were about to meet when…
"Oh m god can you two be quiet!?"
The two jumped apart. Logan falling on hic but and Knight hitting the back of the table that held the lamp.
Carlos was angry now; the two woke him up after he passed out at his computer.
"S-sorry…" Logan looked at Carlos then at Knight, the now apparent blush deepening as he looked into Knight's lust filled eyes. "Night guys." And just like that Logan was gone in a poof of air, the front door swinging back shut.
"Carlos." Knight growled out, angrily that Carlos just ruined another almost kiss.
"What? Did I ruin a moment?"
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