His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 163: Gunshot

Chapter 163 - Gunshot

Logan's POV

"What do you an your son's mother is dead?" Dad asked, his voice shaking but still trying to sound in control.

"What happened to her?"

"Who killed her?"

I turned to look at him, completely thrown off.

Seriously?

This man just heard soone say his baby mama was shot and all he could do was ask follow-up questions like this was so police interrogation?

I stared at him, confused and honestly a little pissed. "Is he serious right now?" I muttered.

Why would anyone ask a man who just lost the mother of his child to explain better? Who does that? Soone who's clearly on the edge, possibly bleeding, possibly about to die too—and my father was treating him like a witness at a cri scene.

I didn't care if the call hadn't ended yet—I couldn't hold it back.

"Who is him, Dad?" I asked under my breath. I didn't want to wait until the call was over. I needed answers now. I was already losing my mind.

But of course, Dad gave that look again. The one he gives when he's disappointed—like I was a kid who asked a dumb question.

I didn't care.

I really didn't.

I needed to know what the hell was going on.

Then the voice on the phone broke through again.

"Please... co to number 6..." He was trying to give an address, but the line started cracking again, and I could barely hear him. "...I'm here with my dead, bloody wife, please... co quickly..."

His voice was shaking. Broken. The sound of soone who was about to give up.

"Don't let die with her too," he begged. "Please... soone save ..."

I felt sothing twist in my chest.

Whoever this man was... he sounded like he was about to collapse. Or worse.

But Dad, always trying to stay calm, spoke again. "Look, you can't just ask us to save you without telling us where you are. The line broke while you were trying to give the address. Please... just try again, okay? Take a deep breath."

His voice was softer now. Still tense, but controlled.

And then it hit .

That voice on the other side of the phone—it sounded familiar.

Too familiar.

Like I'd heard it before, more than once, but couldn't quite place it in the mont.

My heart started to race.

"Okay..." the man said, a little more calmly now. Like he was trying to steady himself. "I'll tell you again. This ti clearer..."

I held my breath. I didn't even realize I was doing it, but I was gripping the edge of the table like my life depended on it.

"Go on," Dad said. "I'm listening."

The man took in a shaky breath.

"I'm at number 66 Avenue—"

BANG!

A gunshot tore through the line.

Loud. Violent. Sudden.

I gasped and jumped, my chest tightening so fast it hurt.

Then...

Silence.

The call cut off.

The air in the room felt too heavy to breathe. The silence after that gunshot was the kind that made your ears ring.

"What the hell just happened?" I whispered, my throat dry.

I looked at my dad. "What's happening, Dad? Who was that? Why does his voice sound familiar?"

No answer.

He looked just as shaken as I was—but he was better at hiding it.

But I wasn't. I was freaking out. Heart pounding. Mind spinning.

This was the first ti in my life I'd ever been scared for soone I didn't even know.

And sothing told ...

This wasn't just so random stranger.

"Dad... what's going on?" I asked, my voice cracking a little as the shock still sat heavy on my chest. "Who was killed? Who's dead?"

But he didn't answer.

Not even a glance.

He just walked past like I wasn't even there, like I was just a shadow standing in his way. His steps were fast, rushed.

I followed him. I had to.

"Dad, who was that on the phone?" I asked again, matching his pace. "Why did the voice sound so damn familiar?"

He didn't look at . Not once.

And that just made my chest tighten more.

"Dad, please," I said again, my voice growing louder. "Talk to . Who was it? What's happening? Don't leave in the dark like this."

He finally stopped, just for a second, and turned to with an irritated look.

"Logan, leave alone," he said flatly. "I've got more important things to do right now. Important places to be."

I stared at him, frowning.

"By 'important places,' you an the one where soone just got murdered?" I asked, arms crossed.

He gave a cold look. "Did you hear say that? Did you hear the word 'murder' co out of my mouth? No. So leave it alone."

"No, I won't," I snapped, moving to block his path. "You can't just walk into danger like that, Dad. You're putting your life on the line."

He raised his voice a little. "Do you even know who I am?"

"Yeah, I do," I replied, standing my ground. "You're my father. My only father. And I won't just stand by and let you walk into a damn trap."

His eyes softened for a second—but only a second—before hardening again.

"Logan, the person on that call... he's soone very close to . I can't let him die. I can't abandon him."

There was a sharp pain in his voice when he said that.

"I get that, Dad. I do," I said quickly. "You're loyal. You don't turn your back on people. I know that. But this? This isn't your fight. This is what the police are supposed to handle. This is dangerous."

But he kept walking.

I followed.

"Logan, were you deaf when I said this man is my friend?" he shot back without stopping.

"And friends don't have nas now?" I asked, getting frustrated. "Why are you being so damn secretive? Why won't you just tell who it is?"

He didn't answer.

Just kept walking down the hallway like a man possessed.

When we got to his bedroom door, he yanked it open and slamd it right in my face.

The sound echoed in the hallway. Loud. Final.

"Fuck!"

I banged my hand against the wall, frustrated beyond belief.

"What the fuck is wrong with this man?!" I growled. "Why can't he just let the police do their damn job for once?"

I stood there in that hallway, fists clenched, heart racing.

My gut was screaming at that sothing wasn't right.

Sothing was off.

And I had a bad, bad feeling...