A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 191

Logan awoke in darkness, his wrists and ankles bound tightly. He squirmed, making a faint noise, which prompted a figure to turn around and sneer, “Well, look who’s not a crybaby.”

Putting on his best terrified face, Logan trembled in his constraints. “What do you want from me?”

He was in the back of a truck, the kind you see rumbling down highways. A flashlight beam hit his face, and on cue, Logan let out a heart–wrenching sob. A rough kick sent him rolling across the metal floor, his knees scraping raw against the unforgiving surface.

Biting back the pain, Logan looked up in horror. “Are… are you going to kill me?“.

“Ha! We heard through the grapevine that snatching you up would make your old man Yvan cough up a king’s ransom. And if he doesn’t pay, well, we’ll just have to kill you, won’t we?”

The word ‘kill‘ sent a shiver through Logan. “You’ve been played. My dad won’t give you a dime.”

They hoisted him up, the flashlight blinding him as they laughed at his feeble struggles. “What does a kid know, huh? The moment we spread the word about the kidnapping, Yvan’s gotta pay up to save face. He can’t afford to look like a dad who doesn’t care about his own son!”

These guys had done their homework. Tears ran down Logan’s cheeks as he cried out, “Let me go! Please, just let me go!”

target, kid.” Something cold and sharp pressed against his throat, the chill of metal sending a wave of

You’ve seen us now; you’re a liability. So,

wonder they were keeping him in a truck; they didn’t want him to see

much do you want? I’ll tell my dad to

them laugh harder. “You really think it’s that simple, kid? There’s someone out there who’s put a price on

“Is it…

know is that you’re a juicy piece of meat. With Yvan’s cash and the bonus from our client,

his throat, making it clear any sudden moves would end

“Can you swim?”

was met with a sinister chuckle.

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ocean, with a small port where cargo ships docked. If they threw Logan overboard there, he