Logan had to fight the urge to pounce again but knew he had better things to do. If he were really going to try and kill Creed then it wouldn’t have been as easy as making the strike while he had him through the chest and pinned to those beams. He’d legitimately tried before and he knew the power Creed had behind that toothy grin and muscles. He had a feeling he’d see him again sooner rather than later and he might as well start preparing himself for that fight.
For now, he climbed back onto his bike and churned gravel as he kicked it into high speeds out of there and back to the mansion. Remy had a thing or two to explain and Logan was not in the best of moods anymore.