Cassie stood in front of the firmly shut metal door, trying to make sense of everything that had been going on for the past few hours.

She placed a hand on her forehead, feeling a desperate need for the soothing effect of alcohol. Her three weeks sobriety be damned.

The sound of footsteps distracted her from her thoughts and she turned to face Logan who had made his way to the only bed in the room and settled on it.

He had some nerve.

"Cassie..." He started with a quiet voice which she knew was only aimed at deceiving her.

He always appeared nice and charming when he wanted something.

Logan was manipulative. He'd outsmarted her more times than she could count. But now that the scales had fallen off her eyes, she could see him for who he was.

"The person responsible for all of this is going to be here soon. He's going to want to negotiate, ask for money, or whatever the hell it is he wants from us..." He paused again, with a questioning glance, to assess if she was listening.

A flip of her long, jet black hair was all she offered.

"I want you to stay quiet while I deal with him. We are not going to achieve anything by you being nasty to everyone here. Is that clear?" He asked in conclusion.

Who the hell did he think he was to give her instructions? 

She'd had enough of him. She needed to deal with his irking ego. She needed to show him that she was a strong woman, free from the claws of his control.

These were the only thoughts in Cassie's head when she took quick steps towards the bed. With all her might, she pulled him off it, causing him to land on the ground. Unfortunately, he'd held her and the effect of his weight pulled her along.

It all happened in a split second. But the moments that she was on top of him, their eyes locked on one another, with his arms around her felt like ages.

Cassie got up immediately and smoothened her dress. There was a frown on her face to mask her state of confusion.

"What was that for?" Logan complained, heavily stunned as he picked himself up from the hard concrete floor.

She folded her hands across her chest. "What makes you think the only bed in the room should rightly belong to you?"

The blonde man in front of her gasped, owing to his confusion and frustration. "Cassie, why are you hell-bent on being unreasonable? I was literally talking about how we can get the fuck out of here but you're more interested in the bed? The friggin' bed?" He stared at her, stupefied.

She rolled her eyes and strutted towards the bed. A price she'd won.

"You know what? You can have the bed, you can have the room, you can have every-fucking-thing! I'm tired of trying to reason with you. I'm tired of trying to find the woman that I loved and got married to. She doesn't exist anymore." He took a deep breath.

Turning away from her, he stamped his foot as he walked towards the door.

Cassie did not reply but only sat there, her face devoid of expression. She watched him struggle with his camouflage of being cool and perfect, wondering how long it would last.

Apparently, it didn't last.

Logan frustratedly and ceaselessly started to bang on the metal door with his clenched fists.

Cassie sat there watching him hurt himself. The sound was disturbing and deafening. She needed to be out of here. She desperately needed a drink.

"Stop bothering me!" Came a voice from the other side of the door. It most likely belonged to Flame.

Logan did not stop. He went even harder.

The next thing that followed was three loud gunshots.

The frightening sound provoked a spark of adrenaline, causing the couple to dive towards the center of the room and unfortunately into each other's arms.

Cassie could feel Logan's strong arms wrap around her tightly, as they settled on the floor. His heart was beating frantically, in sync with hers.

The door was pushed open and both of them jumped away from the compromising position they were in, not bothering to regain their composure.

"How about not trying to piss me off?" Flame barked as they strutted in with a paper bag in hand.

There was no reply from Logan or Cassie. They were still struggling to catch their breaths.

"Earlier, only one of you answered correctly. So... This is all you get." Flame threw the paper bag to a spot in between Logan and Cassie.

The gun was still aimed at the already petrified man and woman.

"If you didn't already get the message, I'd like some peace and quiet around here. Else, I'd be forced to shoot one of you. The boss only needs one person alive after all."

Logan and Cassie took a glance at one another and then back to Flame. Their eyes shone with fear.

Flame studied them for a while before speaking. "Cassie, you need to stop fighting and start talking. Logan, you need to stop talking and start listening." Without waiting for any reaction, they walked out and shut the door firmly. 

Cassie exhaled. She'd been unconsciously holding her breath.

The couple sat there in silence, stealing glances at one another. Only one was needed alive. What did that mean?

After a while, Logan picked himself up and dusted his jeans.

He lifted the paper bag and opening it, he scrunched his nose at the sight of the stale looking hamburger. 

"Why did you pick up the food?" Cassie asked as she tried to get up, but fell back. "Argh!" She yelped.

Logan made a move towards her but stopped on his track almost immediately. If she didn't know better, she'd think he was concerned.

He dropped the bag down beside her. "If you want it, you can have it."

"I don't want it." Cassie picked it up and emptied the content on the floor.

"You're impossible," he muttered as he walked towards the bed. As though he recalled what happened earlier, he decided to settle down on the ground instead.

Cassie ignored the pair of green eyes that watched her keenly, as though trying to drill a hole in her skin while she crawled towards the bed. It was so unnerving that her legs were stiff and hurt a lot.

Mostly against her wish, Logan walked towards her and took hold of her hands, leading her to the bed. He sat down on the ground in front of her and took her sprained ankle into his hands.

Now, it was her turn to watch him, as his large, gentle hands massaged her legs with so much precision and care one could think this was his full-time job.

What could this mean? Did he actually care? Was he doing this to manipulate her into bending to his will? She desperately wanted to know. At the same time, she wished this was a dream she'd never wake up from.

Logan raised his head, observing that she'd been staring at him. She looked away a second too late.

He removed one hand from her foot and used it to push his hair backward, while she watched him from the corner of her eyes, biting her lip.

It was a known fact in her brain that she could never get over the beauty of this man in front of her.

*Stop it, Cassie. You hate him!*

She was trying to send a million signals to her brain that seemed to be lost somewhere on Logan island. As though, it desperately wanted to have her drown again.

Cassie wielded every strength in her before she could manage to pull her legs away. "Fuck," she cursed. She had not expected the pain that resulted. 

"It's okay," the relentless Logan whispered gently as he took her foot in his hands again. Had he no clue how tough it had been to escape him in the first place?

Cassie stared at him, and he stared right back at her. She hated that his eyes did not gleam with fear or anger.

"Am I that attractive?" He smirked.

She rolled her eyes at him. "What is this?"

"I'm trying to help. I'm not as bad as you think after all."

"Oh please," she said with a wave of hands. "I'm fine now, you can let go," she urged him, to avoid snatching her leg away like the last time. It wouldn't do her any good.

"Okay," he replied with a smile, as he lifted her leg and placed it on a pillow on the bed.

She eyed him which was an unfortunate substitute for being grateful.

Cassie was indeed exhausted and thought to rest for a minute, which made her lie down.

As though Logan had not pissed her off enough for one day, he thought it wise to make an attempt to lie beside her on the bed.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Cassie gnarled at him.

This had to be his aim of massaging her foot. He thought she'd be dumb enough to welcome him with open arms to share a bed with her.

"I'm trying to lie down," he stated the obvious.

Cassie was confused. "Have you gone mad?"

"Unfortunately, you're still my wife whether or not we've been together for the past five months," he presented his argument.

Cassie sat up, staring at him with her mouth hung open as he settled too close to her on the bed, boring his seductive green eyes into hers.

"Stop acting like this is a big deal. I've seen you naked a million times. Besides, let's not pretend you don't want this." He smirked. 

"You irritate me," she said with a reduced voice. 

Logan laughed lightly. "You're a terrible liar, Crazy. You think I didn't notice you were jealous of Natasha this morning?" He asked.

The proximity of their faces, the silent tension in their voices were all too difficult for Cassie to handle. She wanted to run.

"Natasha... That's the name of your latest conquest. How old is she? Twelve?"

"She's a beauty to behold, isn't she?"

Cassie knew she wasn't talking to a mirror on the wall, but having Logan regard someone else in that manner tore at her heart.

"What can I say? You like them fake and plastic," she replied.

Logan smiled as he leaned in even closer. She should've stopped him but she couldn't as he eliminated every gap between them.

Her eyes flew shut and her lips were slightly parted as she felt his nose come in contact with hers. She hated how her traitor of a body responded to him. She had no control, giving him whatever he desired, letting him wield the power he had over her.

She waited for a kiss that never came. She almost whimpered as he moved away from her slightly and placed a hand on her cheeks.

"Do I still irritate you?" He let out a whisper.

"I hate you, Logan," Cassie muttered underneath her breath, not knowing if she was telling him or reminding herself.

She placed her hands on his and brought it down from her face.

This felt like a plan to remind her that he had the upper hand always. She had to do something about it.

"You're nothing but a slimy, irritating, cheating scumbag," she added.

Logan hesitated as he glared at her, viciously. "You're always quick to call me a cheat. How is it that you forget so easily that all this craziness started with you cheating on me in the first place?" He replied.

Cassie slapped him on the face and moved away in haste, not caring about the pain in her ankle.

Of all the things he could use against her, how could he stoop so low? How could he go to a place and a time he'd solemnly promised they would never visit again?

She felt her eyes sting with tears as she watched the man in front of her. Whether he was remorseful or not, she couldn't tell. She could never read Logan and that was why she'd let him hurt her over and over again.