Chapter 197

Logan’s POV

The city lights shone outside my penthouse window, but they did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside me. I couldn’t sleep. How could I? My warehouse…one of my strongest holds…was nothing but ashes now.

I poured myself another glass of whiskey, the golden liquid swirling in the glass as my thoughts raced. The burn of the alcohol did little to soothe my frustration. I took a long sip and placed the glass on the table, pacing the length of my room.

Who was this person? Whoever they were, they had guts. They had dared to challenge me…Logan DeAngelo, the ruler of New York City, a man feared in multiple countries. Nobody had ever been foolish enough to cross me like this, and yet, this unknown figure had burned my warehouse without a second thought.

I clenched my fists, staring at the pictures on my desk. Another one of my warehouses, reduced to ashes. My blood boiled. This w