❝ you pick and choose your fights. ❞
"Sometimes." He shrugs. "And sometimes I don't." It's blunt, but when is he not? It's his way. Always has been. He rolls his neck from side to side and braces his hands on his hips.
Logan knew his reputation. He was the brawler. The brute.
The animal.
He was the guy you sent in when you needed damage done and done right. He knew all of that, and he wore it well. But under it, he kept his moral code close to his chest. And this... This was one battle that wasn't worth fighting.
"He won't give us anything, Red. We got bigger fish to fry."
















