After a few more hours Logan drove back to Victor's to get the kids. After some nice well needed hours away from diapers, suffication, and all other things toddler related he wasn't really looking forward to getting them. Thankfully as soon as he got them Pietro was getting dropped off with Cain.
"Hey kid, how were the kids?" Logan asked as he dished out the money.
"You...are an a$$!" he said snatching the money.
"Not the first time I've heard that," he shrugged.
"First you trick me. Then you don't tell me what I'm suppose to do and expect me to know. Then Remy did nothing but cry the entire time, Pedro nearly knocked the TV over and wouldn't sit still to be changed, and Blondie is gonna have dad kill me!" he began to list.
Piotr just looked at him and began to take the things back to the truck. The kids were still mostly asleep. That made it a lot easier to transport them. He got Lonnie in the car and half listened as Grey continued to complain.
He didn't see Remy anywhere and went deeper in the house. He knocked on a closed door.
"What?" Vic opened it with lightning speed.
"Uhm...good evening. I was just getting Remy," the russian pointed to the teenage toddler on the end of Victor's bed.
He grabbed him and handed him over to the black haired teen, "Where's James?"
Grey was still listing why he detested his brother at the moment. Logan had pretty much blocked everything he was saying out, with the occassional nod.
"You!" Victor grabbed him by the back of the shirt and pulled him off the ground, "You and I need to have a talk about why you don't leave three six foot babies with him!" he pointed to his son.
"What? I paid him!" Logan pushed at his arm.
"That money is going to my bike," he pushed him over the back of that couch and unbuckled his belt.
"Hey, hey, hey! He agreed to do something for me for money! It's not my fault he didn't ask what that was!" he struggled to get down.
Victor scoffed and brought the belt down hard, "Oh, I'm gonna kill him too." he brougt it down again, listening to Logan yelp.
Piotr looked from the window with a cringe. That looked like it hurt.