Daphne

It was almost noon, and Ava was still fast asleep, having felt quite poorly since the party. The food clearly hadn't sat well with her. I couldn't stop thinking about the events of the morning. Logan had filled me in about the mutated virus, and despite my heart's desperate urge to escape, my head knew better. I had to be logical for Ava and Ryan's safety. Besides, Ryan had settled in really well, and I wouldn't want to jeopardise his newfound home.

The arrangement between Logan and me has kept me on my toes. If he wants to treat me as his equal, then I'll be given more responsibility. This will be good for me—I will have found purpose again. Yet, deep down, I hope he fucks up so the arrangement will come to a halt, and I can finally be free again.

Despite craving freedom, I've glimpsed a vulnerable side to Logan I didn't know existed. Last night, I could have sworn I saw tears in his eyes.

Now, I no longer know if he truly wants power over me or if he genuinely wants me for me. I need to use my head more and think less with my heart. I need to see things clearly again. 

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The safehouse was alive with anticipation as Logan called an urgent meeting. The gang members gathered around, their expressions a mix of curiosity and tension. Logan stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding respect.

"We've got a tip," Logan began, his voice steady and authoritative. "A shipment of weapons is coming through the old district, on Friday. It's heavily guarded, but if we secure it, we'll have a significant advantage over the rival gangs."

ADVENTURE TIME! I have missed going out and about, I cannot wait to be a part of this. ooooo this is really exciting.

My eyes lit up with determination. "Which warehouse?"

Logan pointed to a spot on the map. "The main one on Elm Street. It's controlled by the Iron Claws. They're not going to let it go without a fight."

"We'll approach from the south," I suggested, my finger tracing a careful path on the worn map. "It's less guarded, and we can use the old sewer tunnels to get close without being detected."

Logan nodded, contemplating the plan. "We'll need a distraction. Something that will draw their guards away from the main entrance."

Noah, leaning against the table, chimed in. "What if we stage a fight among our own? That will definitely grab their attention."

NO. Too risky. New plan.

I glanced at Logan, noticing his interest in Noah's idea. Clearing my throat, I shook my head. "If they're as ruthless as we think, they might just kill our men without giving the fight a second thought."

Logan smirked, a glint of admiration in his eyes. "Daphne's right. We need something more foolproof. We'll use fireworks as a decoy."

I know I am right. I have never worked in a gang before but I am self taught on surviva- wait fireworks??

"Fireworks?" I repeated, confused.

"They won't care about the fireworks or the pretty display," Logan explained. "Iron Claws will feel threatened by any unexpected activity near their base. It'll draw them out."

Another gang member, Lucas, interjected. "What about the noise? Won't that alert them even more?"

"Exactly," Logan replied, a determined edge in his voice. "The noise will pull their focus. They'll think we're launching an attack and scramble to respond. Meanwhile, we'll be slipping in unnoticed."

I see why he is a leader and I am not. He is really good at this, no doubt. He's planning this like it's a picnic. 

Murmurs of agreement rippled through the group. I locked eyes with Logan, feeling a strange mix of tension and unity. "Alright," I conceded, "fireworks it is. But we need to be precise. One misstep, and they'll see through our ruse."

BOWS AND ARROWS! It minimises us getting caught and it is just as deadly as guns.

I frowned, considering our options again. "What if we go completely silent? No guns, no loud distractions. We use bows and arrows. Silent and deadly".

Logan's eyes narrowed. "No guns? We need firepower."

I held his gaze, unwavering. "I can train a group in archery. It's quieter and we can take them out without drawing attention".

"No," Logan said firmly. "You can't participate. It's too dangerous."

Fat chance. I will participate. I want to do this, I need to feel alive again. That agreement we had not so very long ago Logan was for me to be treated like an equal. So treat me like one.

My temper flared. "If you want me to be part of the gang, then let me contribute. Remember our arrangement? This is what you wanted."

Logan's jaw tightened, anger flickering in his eyes. I clearly had the upper hand. 

He took a deep breath, clearly struggling to keep his composure. "Fine. You can train the archers for now. We will discuss your role in this later".

I smirked at him. My god, is this what being on a power trip felt like? He glared at me with annoyance throughout the entire meeting. 

"Daphne," Logan's voice held a note of impatience as he turned to me. "You've got the green light for the archery training. But make it quick and pick a time that won't disrupt everyone's schedules."

I nodded, understanding the importance of timing. "Of course. How about tomorrow morning, before dawn? We can use the old warehouse next to the safehouse. It's quiet, so we won't draw any unwanted attention."

Logan considered my suggestion for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Fine. Tomorrow, before dawn, at the old warehouse. But keep it short. We can't afford to waste time."

I gave him a curt nod, silently acknowledging his directive. "Understood. I'll make sure everyone is briefed and ready to go."

Ah, right. The issue is now I have to train a group of people who probably don't like me or I will probably get us all killed on the day. No pressure, Daphne, this one is all on you. Me and my big gob.

As the others began to disperse, Logan motioned for them to leave, his gaze fixed on me. I felt a pang of unease as he approached, his presence looming over me. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, feeling slightly intimidated by his proximity.

"Daphne," Logan's voice was loud, despite being stood inches away from me. "Remember, our arrangement isn't just about being part of the gang. It's about being with me."

A blush crept onto my cheeks at his words, but I quickly composed myself, refusing to let him see my vulnerability. "If you truly want us to work as a team," I replied evenly, "you have to let me thrive without restrictions. You have to let me work with the team."

Logan's expression softened, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. "I know," he admitted quietly. "But... I don't want to lose you."

Lose me or lose control over me.. I cannot tell with you anymore, Logan but whatever. Let's just get through this I guess.

I felt a surge of conflicting emotions, torn between my desire for independence and the undeniable pull I felt towards Logan. "I'm not going anywhere," I assured him, meeting his eyes with newfound determination. "But you have to trust me, Logan. Trust that I can handle myself. If you let me thrive, we won't clash".

Logan's gaze held mine for a long moment, a silent exchange of understanding passing between us. Finally, he nodded, a hint of resignation in his expression. "Alright, Daphne. I'll trust you," he conceded, reluctantly said.

A sense of relief washed over me at his words, but I knew this was just the beginning of our journey together. "Thank you," I said softly, a genuine smile appeared on my lips.

Now, that is progress. Maybe we can become one hell of a great team. You just have to keep your word.

I smiled at him, feeling a surge of gratitude for his attempts to make our deal work; "us".

"Logan," my voice was soft as he looked at me, a glimmer of anticipation in my eyes. "Will I see you at the training tomorrow?

Logan hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Don't need to attend. I've been trained in all kinds of combat since I took over as a gang leader," he admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice. "But the bow and arrow... that's something I inherited after the pandemic hit. I had to learn to hunt."

The pandemic really taught us on how to fend for ourselves. Only the strongest made it this far. Logan was kind enough to provide his gang shelter and resources he gained with intelligence and leadership.

I nodded in understanding, appreciating his honesty. "Then come to the training," I urged him. "Your presence will ease the gang, and besides, I could use your expertise."

A flicker of surprise crossed Logan's features before he nodded in agreement. "Alright," he said, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I'll be there to help you out."

As our conversation came to a natural conclusion, I glanced towards the door, feeling the pull of responsibility tugging at my heartstrings. "I should get going," I said, a hint of regret colouring my tone. "Ava will be waking up soon, and I promised her we'd spend the day working on her reading and writing."

Logan nodded in understanding, his expression softening with a hint of warmth. "It's good to have you back Daph," he replied, a small smile gracing his lips. "Tell her I want a story from her soon".

I love the nickname Daph, it's cute and belongs to me.

"I will," I promised, returning his smile before turning to leave the room.

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As the first light of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of pink and orange, I found myself awake before anyone else in the safehouse. With a sense of anticipation bubbling in my chest, I quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Ava who still slept soundly.

The cool morning air greeted me as I made my way through the quiet corridors of the warehouse, my footsteps echoing softly against the concrete floor. Memories of similar mornings flooded my mind, reminding me of the days when Ava and I would wake before dawn to hunt for food, her sleepy form dragging behind me as we ventured into the wilderness.

But today was different. Today, I was preparing for something else entirely.

As I reached the old warehouse where we planned to hold the archery training, I was met with a sight that took me by surprise. The space had already been set up, targets arranged neatly at one end of the room, bows and arrows laid out in readiness for the day ahead.

I love how seriously they take their training already. Their prep is no joke. This just saved me time from getting it together.

A sense of excitement bubbled up inside me as I took in the scene before me. Despite my initial plans to prepare the space myself, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the effort that had been put in by the others. It was a tangible reminder of the support and camaraderie that existed.

The dawn sky cast a soft glow through the dusty windows, bathing the warehouse in a warm, golden light. The temperature was crisp but invigorating, the promise of a new day hanging in the air.

As I busied myself inspecting the setup, arranging a few stray arrows and ensuring everything was in place, a shadow fell over me, drawing my attention to the entrance of the warehouse. There stood Logan, leaning casually against the door frame, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Did I do alright?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty.

I blinked in surprise, scanning the room once more before turning back to him. "You set this up?" I asked incredulously.

He nodded, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Surprised?" he quipped.

I couldn't help but be impressed. "I guess I owe you a thank you," I admitted, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

Logan waved off my gratitude with a casual shrug. "No need. Just making sure everything's in order."

We stood there for a moment, the quiet hum of anticipation hanging in the air between us. Then, with a glance at his watch, Logan spoke up.

"We've got about 10 minutes before the others arrive," he remarked, his gaze meeting mine. "How about a little warm-up?"

A challenge gleamed in his eyes as he gestured towards the targets at the far end of the room. "Three shots each. Let's see what we've got."

I accepted the challenge with a nod, grabbing a bow and stepping up to the line. With steady hands, I notched an arrow, drawing back the string and releasing it with a satisfying twang. Bullseye.

Fuck yes - let's do this again. I am not to be beaten at my own game. I always surprise myself with every winning shot from hunting to killing the "infected".

One after another, I repeated the motion, each shot finding its mark with precision. As I landed the third arrow dead centre, I couldn't help but grin at Logan, who watched on in undisguised admiration.

"Not bad," he conceded, a hint of surprise in his voice.

NOT BAD!? I AM SORRY, WAS I SUPPOSED TO MISS!?

Feeling emboldened by my success, I turned the challenge back on him. "Your turn," I said, gesturing towards the line.

Let's see what you got, Mr "I prefer guns".

Logan's expression grew thoughtful as he surveyed the room, taking in the distance to each target with a calculating gaze. Then, without a word, he reached for a blindfold, wrapping it securely around his eyes.

I watched in silence as he notched an arrow, drawing back the string with practiced ease. With a flick of his wrist, he released the arrow, the sound of it hitting the target echoing through the room. Bullseye.

Again and again, he repeated the motion, each shot finding its mark with unerring accuracy. It was clear that despite his cocky demeanour, Logan possessed a skill and finesse that was truly impressive.

As he removed the blindfold and turned to face me, a satisfied smirk playing at his lips, I couldn't help but feel a newfound respect for him. Despite our differences, there was no denying the strength and determination that burned within him.

I feel stupid for being so smug and confident. He just wanted to flex this entire time, he knew he was already better at this than I was. I cannot lie nor pretend; he really is truly devoted to his game.

"Well?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.

Dumbfounded, I stared at Logan, hardly believing what I had just witnessed. "Are you fucking joking me?" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with awe. "That was incredible. You need to teach me that."

Logan's eyebrows shot up in surprise at my enthusiastic response. Ugh, I should have at least played it cool and acted like it was nothing. For a moment, he seemed at a loss for words, a rare occurrence for the usually composed gang leader. Perhaps, he doesn't get credited enough for his work. Then, with a slight smirk, he nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, I guess I could teach you a thing or two," he admitted, his tone casual but with a hint of pride. "We'll work on it."

His unexpected agreement caught me off guard, a surge of excitement coursing through me at the thought of learning from him. Despite our history, there was something undeniably thrilling about the prospect of training alongside Logan, of pushing each other to become better, stronger.

As the others swarmed into the warehouse, their chatter gradually fading into a hushed anticipation, I glanced over at Logan, a warmth spreading through me at the sight of him. Despite the tension between us, there was a sense of pride in sharing this moment with him.

NO PRESSURE. I have to fake it to make it. Fake my confidence. I need to show that I am worthy to be one of them. Just have to let my skills show the work. My, why are there so many of them? Deep breaths, Daphne. Deep breaths.

Clearing my throat, I stepped forward, addressing the group. "Alright, everyone," I began, my voice projecting with false confidence. "Today, we're going to work on our archery skills. It's crucial that we're all proficient with a bow and arrow, especially in our line of work."

I could feel Logan's eyes on me, their intensity sending a flutter of nerves through me. Ignoring the distraction, I continued, gesturing towards the rows of targets set up before us.

"First things first, stance," I instructed, demonstrating the proper positioning. "Feet shoulder-width apart, body turned slightly to the side, bow arm extended, and pulling arm bent at the elbow."

As I spoke, I caught glimpses of admiration and curiosity in the eyes of my fellow gang members. Swallowing my nerves, I pressed on, offering tips and advice on aiming, drawing, and releasing.

Keep going, I am doing well.

"Remember," I emphasised, meeting each of their gazes with determination. "Focus on your target, control your breathing, and release smoothly. It's all about precision and timing."

Throughout my instructions, I could sense Logan's presence lingering at the edge of my awareness, his silent observation both unnerving and exhilarating. Despite my initial shyness, I felt a surge of determination to impress him, to prove that I was capable, worthy.

With each arrow loosed and each target struck, I pushed myself harder, fuelled by the desire to show Logan and the others what I was capable of. And as the session progressed, I couldn't help but steal glances at Logan, a silent challenge passing between us, a silent acknowledgment of our shared goal.

The atmosphere in the warehouse was surprisingly inviting as I watched the gang members quickly grasp the techniques I had demonstrated. It was my first time working with them directly, and I was taken aback by their ability to learn quickly and their willingness to collaborate as a team.

The sound of arrows whistling through the air mingled with the murmur of conversation and laughter, creating a backdrop of unity and purpose. It was a deep contrast to the tense atmosphere that often permeated our interactions, and I found myself feeling hopeful for the future of our gang.

As I watched them, a sense of belonging washed over me, a realisation that I was no longer alone in this fight. 

I actually feel like I belong here. I do feel within my element, the nerves are fading fast and I think I judged too quickly here. His people are quite ordinary, like me. Not wanting to just survive, but live through the happiness of their own. I find mine in Ava.

As the training progressed, I noticed Logan moving among the gang members, offering tips and guidance. His presence commanded respect, and the others listened intently as he demonstrated proper technique.

"Keep your stance wide for stability," he advised one of the younger members, adjusting their posture. "And remember to draw the bowstring smoothly, not too fast."

Another member struggled with aiming, and Logan stepped in, his tone, rather encouraging. "Focus on your target, not the arrow. Let your body relax, and release when you feel ready."

I watched from a distance, impressed by Logan's patience and skill in teaching. Despite his reputation as a tough leader, there was a genuine desire to help his gang improve.

He really does care about his own. He built well for himself and the others, from scrap. I cannot deny that.

As the dawn broke, casting a soft glow over the horizon, the old warehouse transformed into a scene of bustling activity. Shadows danced along the walls as the first rays of morning light filtered through the dusty windows.

The air was crisp and cool, carrying with it the promise of a new day.

"Alright, everyone," I called out, my voice carrying across the warehouse. "Training session's over for today."

The gang members paused their activities, turning their attention towards me, their faces flushed with exertion but eager for more. 

As the last of the gang members filed out of the hall, leaving behind a lingering echo of their energy, Logan lingered behind. I turned to him, with a faint smile as I watched him survey the empty space.

"Great training session today," Logan remarked, his tone carrying a note of genuine approval.

"The gang really liked your presence," I replied, echoing the sentiments of the others. Logan's presence had added a sense of reassurance and authority to the session, and it hadn't gone unnoticed by anyone.

Logan nodded, a hint of satisfaction sat in his eyes before his expression shifted, becoming more serious. "You should eat breakfast," he instructed, in a friendly manner. "I'm off to meet the red serpents; one of our allies. We want to work together to overcome this virus. Dr. Stevens will be there, too".

I nodded, absorbing the information. "What's the plan?"

"They think Dr. Stevens might have found some antivirals," Logan continued, his tone hopeful yet cautious. "But he needs more resources to produce them on a larger scale. That's where we come in."

"And how do we fit into all of this?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.

"Weapons," Logan stated simply, his eyes glinting with purpose. "The ones we secure on Friday are crucial. The Red Serpents are willing to offer their men and medical supplies to us if we can close the deal. It's a trade that could benefit both parties. We can trade and exchange."

Weapons for what? Isn't he scary enough without it? Typical Logan. If Logan was the last person alive, Logan will probably start a war with himself. He loves violence. 

A hint of excitement creeping into my voice. "Let's make it happen." Logan raised his eyebrows in surprise, noticing my enthusiasm. His intense stare made me feel exposed, vulnerable in a way I couldn't quite explain. Clearing my throat, I quickly shifted my weight, avoiding his piercing eyes.

Now that I have an agreement with you, you're doing well so far, I think I will be here a little longer than I expected. I was hoping you'd fuck up but the longer I stay, the more benefits I reap. I am down for whatever, at this point. Ok, why are you staring at me like that, Logan? I should leave, this is actually getting uncomfortable very quickly.

"Um, I should get going," I mumbled, the words tumbling out in a rush. "Ava's probably awake by now, and I promised her I'd help her again with her reading."

Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel, making a beeline for the door. "Good luck with the meeting," I called over my shoulder, eager to escape the intensity of Logan's gaze.

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As the day of the heist dawned, a mix of excitement and anxiety churned within me. The training sessions had been invaluable, honing our skills and strengthening our bond as a team. But venturing into unknown territory, facing the dangers of the heist, stirred a sense of apprehension I couldn't shake.

As I reflected on Logan's recent busy activities, it became clear that he had been orchestrating every aspect of the heist. From securing vehicles to enlisting assistance from the Red Serpents, he had left no stone unturned in his preparations. Quietly checking the sewers, arranging the placement of fireworks for our distraction - every detail had been carefully planned and executed.

With him at the helm, I knew that we stood a fighting chance against whatever challenges awaited us. 

He really is committed. Well, he has no choice, this entire heist rides on him.

The hall buzzed with anticipation as the gang gathered for the final briefing. Logan stood at the front, a map spread out before him, and the gang members assembled, their faces a mix of determination and anxiety.

Logan raised his hand to command silence. "Alright, everyone, listen up. Here's the plan."

He pointed to the map. "We will head out around 2 PM to our cars. The men from Red Serpent will provide extra protection around our premises in case Iron Claws decides to attack us directly. Once we drive to the tunnels, you'll put on your masks and disposable clothing to avoid any viral risk. Once we are near our post, we will be on standby."

Logan glanced at Noah. "Noah will activate the fireworks attached to the RC cars. That's our distraction."

Noah nodded, his face serious and focused.

"From my intel," Logan continued, "roughly four men will be left behind to guard the weapons. We will attack them with our bows and arrows. We cannot miss; we have to kill them on sight. Any noise could jeopardise the heist."

Logan's eyes swept over the room, meeting the gaze of each member. "Once they're dead, I will signal our extra members from the tunnel. They will use binoculars to see my signal and help locate the crates and duffel bags needed to carry the weapons. We will then retreat back through the tunnels where our cars will be waiting."

He emphasised the importance of timing. "The fireworks will go off for 20 minutes. That's a lot of non-stop noise, but Iron Claws will eventually realise it's a decoy. I'll use Red Serpent men to drive around near their base, leading them into a wild goose chase."

Logan paused to let the information sink in. "Once the heist is done, Iron Claws will pursue Red Serpents. That's when we step in with the threat of our newly acquired guns to back them up."

He took a deep breath, his expression serious. "This plan hinges on precision and coordination. Stay focused and remember your training. Any questions?

"Understood," Nate, one of the young gang members answered. "And what about the Red Serpents? How will we coordinate with them?"

Logan gestures to the map spread out on the table. "They'll be using encrypted radios on a separate frequency. We've already synchronised our frequencies to ensure clear communication channels. Noah will handle relaying messages between our groups."

Nate nods again, satisfied with the answer. "Got it".

FUCK YEAH I AM PUMPED!! The plan seems fool-proof too. I am genuinely impressed, Logan.

"Alright team, we have two hours before we attack. I need you all sharp and focused. I will see you later. Daphne, walk with me," Logan's voice carries authority as he addresses the gang, his eyes scanning the room before he gestures for me to join him.

I fall into step beside Logan, a curious expression on my face as we make our way to a side room. Once inside, Logan closes the door behind us, enveloping us in a cocoon of privacy.

"What is it?", I frowned with concern.

Logan takes a deep breath before continuing. "It's about Ava.  With the heist coming up, I've arranged for her to be moved to a hidden bunker, with Ryan, out of harm's way. They'll be safe there until everything settles down."

My eyes widen in surprise, a mixture of relief and concern washing over me. "But... you didn't consult me".

What is the poor lump trying to tell me here..? He's making plans regarding MY AVA.

"Well... I am sort of doing it now. They are leaving in 20 mins, th-," Logan continued, his tone firm yet somewhat apologetic.

"20 MINS? She was just having breakfast where I left her with Rebecca! Why do you always manage to still surprise me??" I growled with frustration, feeling protective of Ava's routine.

"The main point is Daphne, she will be safe and comfortable with Ryan," Logan responds, his voice holding an edge of authority as he meets my narrowed gaze with a steely one of his own.

My frustration boiled over as I snapped back, "No, the main point is you making arrangements without me. I know you well enough to not leave things last minute, so this arrangement must have been decided between you and Ryan yesterday. You could have had Ryan tell me at least".

Logan's expression remained firm as he responded, "Ryan was with me yesterday, the whole day. That's when I told him about the arrangements. I haven't had the chance to tell you till now because of... I don't know... maybe because of the fucking heist?" Logan's tone turned sarcastic, his frustration mirroring mine.

He got me there.

Logan's hurt expression softened slightly as he replied, "I don't get you, Daphne. I've done so much for Ava, and now you're acting like I'm a complete stranger." His tone carried a mix of confusion and hurt.

He's right, he is just looking out for her, I should take it down a notch and thank him instead.

I sighed, realising I might have overreacted. "No, it's fine, I am sorry. Thank you for arranging it," I said softly. "I just need mental preparation whenever it comes to Ava. Now excuse me while I spend the last 20 minutes with my gem."

As I walked away, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had hurt Logan more than I intended to yet I still had a bitter taste in my mouth. 

I made my way to Ava, exchanging smiles with Rebecca who left the table as she saw me arrive. 

Kneeling beside Ava, I gathered my courage to explain the upcoming separation. "Hi gem, I need to talk to you. It's very important," I began, my voice soft but steady.

Ava's eyes met mine, filled with curiosity and innocence. "Oh, what is it?" she asked, her voice as sweet as ever.

Holding her close, I felt a bag of sadness knowing what I had to say next. "You and Ryan are going on an adventure somewhere," I told her gently. "I can't come with you this time, I have work to do."

Confusion flickered across Ava's face. "But why can't you come, Daphne?" she questioned, her lower lip trembling slightly.

I stroked her hair, trying to ease her worries. "I have to help some friends," I explained, trying to keep my voice steady. "But I will miss you so much, and I know Ryan will take great care of you."

Ava nodded, her expression solemn. "I'll be brave then," she promised, her determination shining through.

My heart swelled with pride at her brave. I continued, trying to lighten the mood. "Also, take Teddy with you. He's been feeling lonely since you've been sick."

Ava's face lit up at the mention of Teddy, and she nodded eagerly. "Okay, Daphne! I'll take good care of him," she assured me, her eyes bright with excitement.

I hugged her tightly, my love for her overflowing. "I know you will, gem," I whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Now finish your breakfast, and then we'll get you ready for your adventure."

God. Protect my gem. This is the first time I'll be far from her. This plan has got to work or I will lose my fucking sanity if anything happens to my gem. 

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As we gathered around the cars, Logan's presence loomed large, his eyes scanning the group with a sense of determination. He assigned each of us to our respective groups, and my heart skipped a beat when he placed me with his.

The tension between us was clear, the weight of our earlier argument hanging heavy in the air. I took a deep breath, steeling myself to break the silence.

I should apologise to him, for hurting his feelings earlier on when he was just trying to do the right thing. I hope he accepts it or this entire heist will just be painfully awkward.

"Logan, I... I just wanted to say I'm sorry," I began. "I know things got heated earlier, but we need to be on the same page before this heist begins."

Logan's gaze softened slightly, and he nodded in agreement. "You're right, Daphne. We can't afford any distractions right now."

I felt a surge of relief wash over me as we reached a tentative understanding. With a small smile, I added, "And... thank you. For reassuring me about Ava."

Logan returned the smile, a hint of warmth in his eyes. "Nothing will happen to Ava. I promise."

With that, we settled into the car, the tension easing slightly as we prepared to carry out our mission. The engine roared to life, and as we drove towards our target.

I am ready to move forward.