Chapter 57

Logan’s POV

Soon, the foods were shared around. Everyone was busy fetching their plates, and voices and sounds of cutleries mixed together on the long table.

I, on the other hand, had no interest in the many Italian dishes my mother had put together. With my father’s constant gaze at me, I knew there was more about my presence here tonight than merely having dinner and meeting some long-lost family.

“So!” Martello cuts through the silence, his head turned to me as he addressed me, “Tell us how you have been fairing, Logan. I heard you run the biggest cult the world has ever seen, taking after my cousin brother, Santiago.”

I tilted my head so I could face him properly since we were seated along the same side of the table. I hated that he called it a cult. He made it sound so bad. But oh well, what can I say? I could not give a fuck if anyone thought I was bad or doing something bad. What mattered was the fear it instilled in them. That was exa