Caged Diamond part 29

A/N Nothing to say here, I know you just want to know what comes after the cliff-hanger!

"Now. There is only one single bullet in that gun." What the fuck?

"But if you put that bullet into the person I tell you to, I will give you two more clips of bullets and then you can kill the next person too." Logan nodded in understanding, his heart beginning to hammer in his chest. Where the fuck were the police?

"However, if you don't do it. We can't really trust you can we?" The body-guard turned to face him and raised his gun and took aim at Logan's chest, grinning wide as the fear finally showed itself on the younger man's face.

"And if we don't trust you. You die too."

"So Logan, if you want to live to enjoy the money that I have given to you, be a good boy and show us that you're on our side..." Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

"Shoot Byron."

Logan felt his heart miss a beat as he contemplated what he had been told to do. He really didn't want to kill Byron but, if he was honest, he really didn't want to die either. How was he going to get out of this one? Perhaps if he wasted a little time it would give his colleagues in the police time to get off of their asses and get in and save them all. He really wanted to know what the fuck they thought they were playing at leaving him here alone and absolutely shitting himself. He walked over to stand behind Byron where he lay sobbing and screaming out curses. He looked across at the boys on the floor, both the living and the dead and decided how he was going to work this situation and hopefully get as many of them out alive as possible.

Moving quickly he grabbed hold of the MC's spiky black hair, lifting him upright and then pulling his head back roughly and shoving the muzzle of the gun against his temple. Byron closed his eyes as he began to shake uncontrollably, crying out for James and Carlos as he did. He had no worry about dying himself but the thought of the two young men that he had cared for almost as if they were his own, laying there in a pool of their own blood tore his heart to pieces. When the bullet didn't come quickly, as he had expected it to, he opened his eyes again, looking up into the rich chocolate eyes that he knew Carlos had loved. Such a shame, so fucked up. He had really thought that there was genuine affection for the Latino boy in those eyes only days ago. But now he was about to die by Logan's hand.

Logan looked straight up into Griffin's face giving as good a smirk as he could and hoping it didn't give away his fear.

"You know." He began, "Much as I want to shot him right now, if I do it would be like putting him out of his misery. Just think how much it is gonna hurt him to watch us killing the others. Especially those two." He nodded his head towards James and Carlos, still holding the gun to Byron's head at this time.

"So I say. Why go for the kill when the pain will be so much sweeter?" He quickly slid the gun down the side of Byron's face, along his side and finally rested it on the older man's hip. Well, Griffin didn't actually say to kill him, did he?

Logan pulled the trigger, flinching slightly at the sound. Byron screamed in agony as the blood began to flow from the wound. Logan hoped to God that he had angled the gun correctly and missed any bone or major blood vessels. He let go of the Byron's hair and stepped back towards Griffin, holding the gun out to the watching man. The body-guard hadn't shot him so he was hoping that Griffin approved of what he had just done. He also hoped that help would be coming soon before this went any further and that Byron would forgive him for what he had just done if they actually survived.

When he heard Griffin begin to laugh he expected the worse, but on looking up he saw the man slotting a new clip of bullets into the gun before happily passing it back to Logan.

"I like the way you think!" He told the young man. Logan gave a smile and adjusted the gun in his grip.

"So now we move on to the main event?" He asked Griffin gesturing over to where Carlos was in particular. The Latino was sobbing hard now as he watched Byron writhing in pain on the floor. He tried to shuffle forward, even though he was tightly bound which Griffin was watching in obvious amusement.

"Yes. I think we should. You can go first if you want." Griffin offered. Logan had decided that he could no longer depend on his colleagues from the police turning up in time to put an end to this. It was down to him to take care of the two men. Whether it would work out was another matter. He was under no illusions, he could very well end up dead himself very soon. He walked around to the back's of the boys, bouncing the gun over the heads of those he passed and loudly counting out.

"Eeny, meeny, miney, mo." He stopped dead behind Kendall, briefly resting the muzzle of the gun on the back of his head. Kendall could not stop the whine of fear that escaped his lips, nor the terrific shaking that overtook his body. Logan felt so awful about the things he was being forced to do but if this worked out, he would get the chance to apologize.

"Nah!" He exclaimed and took a step back reaching down with his free hand and grabbing hold of Carlos' short black hair. Tilting his head back he pushed the gun against the back of the head of the person that he was truly falling for. Carlos screamed and his eyes began to roll back, body going limp in Logan's grasp. Glancing down and fighting hard not to show his concern he saw that the boy with a collar had wet himself with fright. All Logan wanted to do was pull him into his arms and tell him everything was going to be fine, but he couldn't. At least not yet.

Still holding onto the short black hair he managed to give the boy a rough shake and bring him back to consciousness. He crouched down on his knees behind the boy, still holding on tight and keeping the gun pressed tight to the back of his head. Yes. This angle was much better for what he intended to do. Griffin and the body-guard was staring down at him with huge grins on their faces. Fuck! He hated these men and all the things he had seen them doing over the time he had been under-cover here. He returned their smiles with a fake one of his own and then moved his lips close to Carlos' left ear.

"Don't worry, Carlos. You filthy little whore. This will all be over soon. " He growled. Carlos tried to throw his head back as he let out another heart breaking cry. This would not help Logan at all.

"Keep still, you little bastard!" Logan talking to him like this, the one person he thought actually liked him a little. Maybe even love him a little, broke his heart. But Logan was a VIP. Carlos knew he should obey, so no matter how terrified he was he closed his eyes and stilled his body. Obeying the man holding onto him as he had been taught.

Across town, at Club Rocque, Kelly and Gustavo were busy going over the running orders for the coming week's shows. They had heard nothing else from Byron or Detective David Monroe since they had last seen them and Kelly was getting a little angsty about what was happening with getting her beloved Jamie out of the grip of Griffin and his club. Her attention had just drifted off yet again, eyes settling on the picture of the boy that seemed to have found it's way back onto the wall of Gustavo's office, when she heard the sound of feet pounding up the stairs and turned to see who it was. They were actually late as all the staff should have been downstairs, getting ready for the first customers of the day to arrive. The door flew open and they both looked up to see it was Camille, slightly out of breath as she had been running. She stopped in the doorway and caught her breath. Although Kelly had still to tell her everything about why James was important to her, she had at least told the girl that he was the son of a former dancer here. From what had happened at Twisted Desires just over a week ago she got that James was special to Kelly. Camille was still a little out of breath when she began to finally talk.

"Sorry I'm late. Roads are all closed off downtown. I .." pant, pant, gulp. " I had to get off the bus and run! Thought you'd want to know though." deep-breath. "There's something happening down at Twisted Desires. Police everywhere. Armed police too."

Kelly just threw the paperwork in her hands down on the desk and reached for her purse, already half-way to the door before Gustavo managed to get to his feet.

"Kelly! Stop right there!" He shouted at his assistant.

"No! I'm going to get him! " Gustavo grabbed hold of the strap that she had slipped over her shoulder, ripping her purse away from her.

"Kelly! Think about this! Camille said there are armed police." The girl nodded her head furiously. "It's gonna be dangerous. Stay away till they call for us. He said they will, didn't he?" Camille looked puzzled.

"Who said they'd call you?" Camille asked.

"Detective who came to visit a while ago. He wanted to know how we knew the Diamond. Must be someone working there undercover or something since they said Kelly had been seen when she went to the club with you." She was a little surprised that Gustavo didn't just shout at her like he usually would have.

"I'm going! No arguments." Kelly snatched back her purse, determination on her face. Then in a flash her whole expression changed. "He'll be so scared!." The huge man gave a resigned sigh and took hold of her hand.

"I'll come with you. But we have to walk remember and I'm not that fast!" Kelly smiled back at him and began to rush out of the office.

"Camille!" He shouted back to the slightly concerned looking woman. "You're in charge if we don't get back in time for opening! OK?"

"Umm? Yeah! OK!" He left her in charge? What the hell was happening here?

Back at the club the police had just been about to spring into action when the had heard the gun shots starting, Now they were clustered around the front door of the club while the officer in charge, a tall, very masculine looking woman called Jones called for a hostage negotiator over her radio. They had already set up a barrier and even with the sound of gunshots, there were still people waiting to see what was happening. The ambulances had been parked up on the next corner in case they were needed and after the shots in the last ten minutes or so, it was pretty clear that they would be needed. Detective Jones told her men that the hostage negotiator was on his way. All they could do was wait and hope that there were no more shots fired before he got there. To be honest though, she didn't hold out much hope for that.

Inside the club Logan was kneeling behind Carlos preparing to take the fatal shot. He glanced to the side and saw Kendall just staring at them, tears streaming down his face and mumbling words that he could barely hear. As he adjusted his grip he realised that the blonde was trying to reassure Carlos. Telling him that it would all be over soon and they would be all together. James voice was a little louder from the other side of Kendall. His eyes were frozen on the view of the MC still writhing on the floor in both physical and mental agony.

"I hope my mom's there." He whispered and Logan nearly lost it at such a childlike expression slipping from the guy's lips. At that moment, Griffin decided to remind him of what he was supposed to be doing with a loud and obnoxious cough. Logan pulled his attention back to the task in hand, murdering the boy he was falling in love with.

"Ready to escape this hell hole, Carlos?" He asked with a chuckle, adjusting the position of the gun one last time, just as he realised that he may have just said the wrong thing. He saw the body-guard start to step towards him with a slightly concerned look on his face and, in a split second, decided that he was definitely the most dangerous of the two. So he should be the first to go.

He flicked his eyes towards the man towering over him and slid the gun forwards, the barrel now resting on the top of Carlos' scalp, but the muzzle now pointed at the huge man as he began to lift his own gun. Logan did not hesitate now.

BANG!

The officers waiting outside heard the first shot and the armed officers decided that they should begin to move in, before they were even through the main external doors a second shot sounded and they hesitated again.

The bullet had gone straight through the man's throat, tearing into the jugular vein and killing him almost instantly, scarlet blood fountaining up as his lifeless body fell to the ground. Almost before Griffin had grasped what had happened the young cop had started to rise from the ground, firing off a second equally deadly shot at the grey haired man.

Logan just stood in completely still, his breathing loud and ragged as he tried to adjust what he had just done. He'd killed two people with barely a second thought. He could feel Carlos's body trembling still as his back rested against Logan's leg. A sudden loud anguished squeal from the little Latino brought him back to consciousness. He threw the gun forwards onto the bodies and looked down to see that the source of Carlos' distress was the large amount of blood that had sprayed onto him as Griffin fell forward across his lover's body. Logan just sprang into action now. He reached inside his jacket and pulled out the tiny radio from his concealed pocket. He flicked it on and began to call for assistance. He said little aside from telling Detective Jones that it was over, one injured, two fatalities and the suspects were both eliminated. He dropped the radio to the floor once it was over, dropping back to the floor behind Carlos and quickly wrapping his arms around the terrified boy's chest, holding him tight and peppering his cheek with kisses. All the time he kept mumbling words of apology while the others in the room just stared round in shock as the room began to fill up with police officers, some armed. Over all the noise he was suddenly aware of a voice yelling at him. He glanced up and saw the pained face of the MC contorted as he yelled his name to attract his attention. Fuck! He needed to get the man help, Carlos was not actually physically hurt, not like Byron was. Getting to his feet he attracted the attention of his boss as he headed past the bodies to where Byron was laying, bleeding on the floor.

"You!" Byron yelled at him. "You're a cop?" He tried to get to his knees, but his injured leg and the bullet wound caused him to fall back before he'd barely managed it. Logan dived down next to him, catching him in his arms before he slammed back onto the floor.

"Easy." He urged him, " It's gonna be alright. I'm so damn sorry. I had to shoot you to get the bullets. I'm so sorry!" He wrapped his arm round the older man, feeling in his pocket with his free hand and coming up with a large pen knife, flicking it quickly open and beginning to work on the ties binding the MC's wrists and ankles. Byron let out a stream of expletives as the knife dragged in the tie around his ankles, causing the two ends of the broken bone in his thigh to rub together. He clutched onto Logan's arm as he tried to bite back the pain.

"M M My boys! Are they alright?" Logan smiled wide, surprising the injured man with a tight hug. At that moment Detective Jones picked her way around the four bodies on the floor, shaking her head in despair at the sight of the young twins, together in death as they had been forever in life.

"We were too late." She whispered coming to Logan's side. She seemed to only just notice just how injured Byron was. The knife in Logan's hand was not making much of an impression on the thick plastic and trying was only making his pain worse. She immediately turned her back on them and called for a medic to come get Byron into an ambulance. Logan noticed the way she walked between the captives, he could tell that she was reassuring them as she did. He turned back to Byron.

"Yeah. They're gonna be OK." Byron was shaking by now but he managed a pained smile and a one word answer.

"Good."

Then the medics arrived with a gurney and a pair of wire cutters that made short work of the zip-ties before they began to lift the MC in preparation for taking him to the hospital.

Elsewhere in the room, police officers and other medics had begun to release the captives from their bindings and were checking that they were physically alright before sending them over to the VIP couches to await police interviews. Logan got to his feet as the music over the speakers changed to 'The Stripper'. To be honest it was really annoying him by now and when he saw an officer helping Marc to his feet he dashed over to intercept the curly-haired boy.

"Hey! It's Marc isn't it?" The boy gave him a slightly odd look, still a little conflicted by his thoughts for Logan.

"Yeah. I am. And you're an undercover cop." Logan gave a curt nod.

"Will you do me a favour? Go turn off the music for me, please?" Marc gave a grim smile.

"Yeah not really the right kind of music to accompany this kind of thing is it?" Logan shook his head, his eyes still watching as the last few captives were being released. He saw an officer move on from releasing Kendall to start on James' bonds, but the beautiful young man was having none of it.

James threw himself forward screaming at the man to keep his filthy hands off of him. He was just completely terrified, Logan made his way over to him as Marc disappeared backstage to turn of the music system.

"James! James! It's OK! No one is going to hurt you." Kendall tried to reassure him, but with the completely hysterical state that the boy had got himself into he wouldn't even let the object of his lust anywhere near him. Logan came over to crouch before him but James just screamed at him too, calling out for Byron. But the MC was already being taken out the front door towards an ambulance that was just being let through the police line. Glancing outside at the slow moving vehicle he saw two people that he recognised standing at the barrier, the huge man in bug-eyed shades shouting at an officer who was trying and succeeding in stopping an African-American woman from climbing over the barrier. Gustavo Rocque and Kelly Wainwright were already here? How did they even know that this was going down today?

"Leave him alone!" Logan told the officer and Kendall a little louder than he should have as the music was cut at that moment and the club was suddenly eerily quiet. Even James stopped his cries to stare up at him.

"He's alright. Just don't touch him if he doesn't want you to yet. I'll just be a moment." He got to his feet and dashed out of the club and past the ambulance.

"Hey! Hey!" He shouted loudly, attracting the attention of both the officer and the management from Club Rocque. As he approached them he realised that they had absolutely no idea who he was. After all, they had met Detective David Monroe and not Detective Logan Mitchell.

"I'll explain who I am later. Ms Wainwright?" She stared at him, shocked that he knew who she was as he reached up and actually helped her over the barrier.

"James is completely fine physically, but he's freaking out at the moment. Perhaps you can get him to calm down? Please?" He did not need to ask her a second time.

"Where is he? Take me to him!" Logan couldn't help but smile. He turned to the officer at the barrier telling him to let Gustavo through too and to send him into the club after them. He took Kelly's hand and began to lead her to the door. As they walked he warned her that there had been fatalities inside the club and that it was possible that there might still be bodies visible. She took a deep breath but assured him that she would be fine with it. All she wanted was to know that James was alright.

A/N This chapter came really easily and quickly to me, probably because I have been playing it over in my mind and writing notes for such a long time! There will be a maximum of two chapters to come after this one, but I promise there will be a follow up! I also have two other stories on the go, one is another Kames and the other? I'm not really sure of what you would call the pairing? It is someone else from the show-verse, just not who you might expect! So again, thank you for all the follows and favourites and especially the reviews! I hope that you read and enjoy this chapter. See you next week!

Allie XXX