"Busy, huh? What's her name?" Some damn had 'im on a leash like a dog. That was always what kept Logan busy. Man really otta get his priorities straight. Only one thing a womans good fer. Ain't conversation.
He could almost taste the blood in the air, not just his own but Logan's too. Neither of em had ever walked away from one a their fights unscathed. Most the time they both whimpered off into the brush a bloody mess. Couple time Creed had come mighty close to finishin' the runt off, but, what would be the fun in that?
"I'm heartbroken." He faked a sad face and placed his hand over his heart. "It's yer birthday, runt, just stoppin' by ta give ya a gift. Really disappointed ya didn't bother ta stop by and pick up the cards I left. Sorta makes my present lose it's effect."