Logan's the son of the most threatening mafia bosses. He's 24, his father trained him to be the next head of the gang. Right now he was in his room, preparing to go out, as he opened the door he raised an eyebrow. "What?" He asked in a monotone to the guy that was standing in front of him. He looked at him up and down, noticing his soft features and feminine vibe. He wasn't interested to say the least. His father sometimes had told him that he had some 'toys', so he thought the guy was one too.