A/N
Sequel to In The End The Abuse Are Loved
There will be errors, I apologize, and I'm once again typing on an iPod.
But for my lovey-dovey friend, BTRobsession, thank you for uploading my chapters so I dedicate all the chapters she uploads until I can upload my own.

Sorry it was late )

I do not, unfortunately, own any of the BTR members *cries*

Logan's POV

I groaned and woke up, blinking as the sunlight spilled through our window and across my face, heating up my cheeks. I rolled over onto my side and sighed, opening my heavy eyelids and looking around, smiling. I was grateful and happy to wake up in this room every morning.

I yawned and lifted up my hand, smiling at the silver ring that glittered with three diamonds on my hand.
My engagement ring was amazing, and I loved it.

Carlos had bought me the ring two weeks after school ended, as a small celebration that it was finally summer. I smiled and sat up, yawning as I stretched. My back popped and I smiled, swinging my legs out of the bed. I smiled as I stood, stark naked from my bed romping last night. I walked over and stood in front of the floor length mirror. I smiled when I saw myself, blushing at the same time, because Carlos was right.

I WAS beautiful.

I felt a bit conceded, and I hung my head in embarrassment. I smiled and fiddled with my ring, before I walked over and slipped a pair of grey sweatpants over my thin legs. I smile again as I left the room, continuing down the stairs. I walked into the foyer, and then continued into the living room were I found my fiancé and beloved sitting on the couch.

Carlos was staring at the TV screen, which was playing the news, and he had his laptop in his lap. I could see he was worried.

It was summer now, the beginning of June. In the middle of March, I was kidnapped and beaten by another gang leader in the Minneapolis area. He was trying to take down Carlos, trying to get back on top.

There was a huge fight, which ended up with a lot of gang members wounded and the other gang leader dead. Carlos was trying to do everything to get me back, and the fight ended up happening in a bad place and everyone was careless.

We were discovered.

And now tons of people, including one of Carlos's closest friends and probably his best right hand man, James, were now going to court, and most probably jail for the murder and fighting. Carlos was researching, looking up with anything that could get his men out of this.
He couldn't find anything.

And the stress was taking a toll on him.

I sighed, not knowing what to do. Carlos had a lawyer for nearly everyone that was going to court, and now all he needed was evidence or something, anything!, that could get them out of this situation. I felt horrible. I wish I could find something to get him out of this. I walked around the couch and sat beside him.

He sighed and draped his arm around me, pulling me close and pressing a kiss to my head.

"you okay, baby?"

He nodded and sighed again, rubbing his eyes.

"been up since seven, still can't find shit. They have so much on us, Loges."

I bit my lip.

"what do they have?"

"they have witnesses to a few guys fighting, most of them my guys, along with blood samples from around the buildings, bullet casings, and people being checked into the hospital with random bullet wounds and bruises and other wounds you can't just get falling out of a tree. And then Wayne-Wayne is still missing." he pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned.

Wayne-Wayne was the one who kidnapped me. Carlos hated bringing him up, because he always remembered how awful his time was when I was somewhere, unknown. He thought I was dead at a few points. But, he managed to get Wayne-Wayne alone, and stabbed him, and threw him out of the top story of a building.

Last I heard about the topic, Wayne-Wayne was wrapped in a tarp and buried nearly fifteen feet under ground out in a random part of the forest. His body would probably never be found.

They had to pick up Dak, Wayne-Wayne's so pronounced "boyfriend", to deal with him. Carlos ordered a few guys to make sure he never spoke of Wayne-Wayne again. Last time I checked, though, he didn't even (italic) remember Wayne-Wayne. I reminded myself later on to never mention or even (italic) ask about what they did to him.

I shook a little and pressed myself closer to Carlos.

"I guess...this throws the wedding plans off a bit." I chuckled a little. But Carlos's mouth didn't even move, he didn't even twitch. I sighed and bent down, scooping up our puppy. I kissed Poptart and watched her give me a look with those huge eyes of hers.

Carlos sighed and stood, making me watch him as he left. I felt a bit hurt, because I was just trying to cheer my Carlos up, and he was ignoring me. I sighed and pressed myself into the couch, letting my puppy sit on my stomach. I stroked her soft fur and sighed.

I hoped he could find something.

Carlos POV

I took my laptop and went to my study down the hall. I hated leaving Logan hanging but I needed to find something. The polica had ordered we go to court in a few weeks and while at it, I had already heard from a few people on my side that the police were checking out our backgrounds and our homes. I had to find something fast.

The more I thought about it, the less I came up with. What could we use as an excuse? My mind throbbed and I groaned, reaching into my desk for a painkiler for my headache. I popped it dry and leaned back, rubbing at my temples.

I had nothing. And this was all I could think about lately. I heard a few padding footsteps and a warm weight sat on my lap. I opened my eyes and looked up at the sight of my lovely Logan. His gorgeous brown eyes made my heart sink when I realized how little attention I was paying to him.

I trace my hands down his bare chest.

"I'm sorry, baby. I wish I had started paying attention to you more often. It's just this-"

He shook his head.

"it's fine. Baby, I get it. I just wish that you could find something to cheer you up, take your mind a little of the court case."

I sighed and sat forward a little, pressed kiss to Logan's chest before leaning back.

"I know. I wish there was something I could do to take your mind off of it."

I chuckled as his fingers went to my hoodie, unzipping it and tugging it off. I sat up, holding Logan close so he was straddling me.

"yeah, but I'll just be focused on it half an hour later."

I sucked at his neck, making him tug off my hoodie and yank at my shirt. I peppered his chest with kisses and chuckled as I watched the puppy dance around on the ground and yap at us. Logan pulled us apart and grabbed my shirt, yanking it off. He grinded his hips down and my cock came to life. I was hard and

Logan knew it.

I needed him. I moaned as he grabbed my hair, tugging on it as I thrusted up. He whimpered, but then laughed, giving me that so naughty, sexy smile.
My hands went to his ass and I tugged at his sweatpants, trailing my fingers over his skin.

"thirty minutes?" Logan chuckled and he continued grinding down, his hands attacking my sweatpants.

"we got enough time." he whispered.

For the next twenty-five minutes, my mind was taken off the court case.

Okay, there it is.
I'm still working on it but hopefully the next chapter will be longer and more detailed. Hope ya liked it.

Love, FAQ