C3 CHAPTER 3

Lucas is visibly nervous as he taps his fingers on the steering wheel in a rhythmic manner to the country song playing on the radio.

"Hello?" A deep voice responds from the other end of the phone. It kinda has an ebonic ring to it.

"Yeah, it's me, Luke," Logan replies.

"Hey, Luke ma man, how you doing?" The voice responds.

"I'm good man" he replies, "Hey man, could you do me a favor?" He then asks.

"Sure man, what's the deal?" The voice responds.

"My girl's getting married to some dickhead called Sebastian."

"Wait for hold up man, you talking 'bout your gurl, your gurl?"

"Yeah, man. Turns out she was cheating on me the whole time" Logan responds.

"Man, fuck that bitch! You just say the word and Imma fuck that motherfucker up!" The voice says, which makes Logan chuckle.

"You don't have to go that far man" he chuckled, "I just need me a lot," he said.

"Man that ain't shit. I'll check it out right now and give you a text. Just hold on a sec........"

"Who is it?" Lucas whispered to Logan. Logan gestured to him to stay quiet, shaking his head vehemently with an expression that read 'I'll tell you later'.

"Okay man, I got it!" The voice said in a eureka moment.

"Alright man, text it to me"

"Done dawg"

"Aiit thanks. I'll call you later"

"Ain't nothing wrong with that homie. Catchu later" the voice said before he hung up.

"44 Rotown Street. You dig?" Logan asked Lucas as he read out the location on the text.

"Yeah man, I fuck with that place. But you really wanna go there?" Lucas asks.

"Man, you don't gotta go with me if you ain't comfortable with it" he responds.

Lucas thinks about it for a moment. What's the point? Maybe he should just go there and get this thing off his chest.

"So what's your take?" Logan asks.

"Let's go, man. I'm with you" Lucas said as he turned the car around and sped off.

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The interior of a nineteenth-century-styled classical building with white plaster of Paris ceilings with perfectly sculpted art engraved in it. From the ceiling hangs several chandeliers studded with gems that brilliantly reflect colored light. Classical music plays in the background as waiters and waitresses all dressed in high-end black suits and tuxedos walk through the multitude of brilliantly dressed guests that fill the huge wedding hall.

Sebastian looks around for his bride. "Where'd she go?" He mutters as his eyes glance in every direction. He beckons to one of the waitresses to come over. She quickly rushes over on her heels.

"Sir, you called?" She asks in a typical polite voice (waitresses right? Sheesh) on walking up to him.

"Yes, I was wondering where my wife was?" He responds.

"Oh she's over there sir" the waitress points behind him. He looks back only to see her descending gracefully from the spiral stairs and then walks up to her.

"Where have you been baby?"

"Oh, I had to go sit down for a while," she says.

"Okay, are you feeling better now?" He asks as he scans her from head to toe.

"Yeah babe, I'm okay" she responds.

"Alright, let's go greet some of the guests then" he suggests, "Some of my business partners just showed up," he says as he holds her hands and walks away with her.

A few moments later>>>>>

"You sure this is the right place? Man, you gotta check that address again. Ain't no way they gon' let us in here looking like thugs" Lucas says to Logan as they walk towards the entrance guarded by two huge security guards in black suits and shades and an old butler-looking grey-headed man with some clear balding issues.

"Hey, I'm positive. My plug don' lie" he defended confidently.

"Well even if it is the right location, how do you suppose we get in?" Lucas asks, "We ain't got no fancy clothes on" he adds.

"You do have a point" Logan admitted, "How about we sneak in?" He suggested.

"Sneak in? How? They'll spot us like ink on a white shirt" Lucas said.

"Not if we go in as waiters," he said, "There's gotta be a way through the back. Come on, let's roll," he said as they snuck into the back of the building. Expectedly, there was an exit door there. Well, it's not like they could just barge in. They needed stealth.

"Think! Think! Think!" Logan muttered to himself as he glanced around for a way to sneak in. Just then, the door swung and two chefs walked out both holding on to one end of a bag which they flung into the dumpster.

This is it!

Logan and Lucas jump on them, knocking them out cold and tying them up, they drag them to a hidden corner.

"Well that'll keep 'em in place," Logan said as he dusted his hands. They got into the chef outfits and got in.

Meanwhile>>>>>>

Sebastian and Chanel hold hands on a podium at the end of the hall. In front of them is a priest dressed in the signature black robe and white Roman collar with the crucifix hanging around his neck.

"In the absence of any objection to this holy matrimony, I now pronounce you husband and........."

"Brinntchinky!" The sound of shattering glass pervaded the serenity of the hall as red wine could be seen dripping from the stained white curtains around the podium.

Startled, the crowd begins talking, generating the familiar white noise background.

"What in the world?" Sebastian comments as everyone turns in the direction the bottle came from.

Two chefs can be seen standing in the center of the hall, one of them holding another bottle by the mouth in his hand. The crowd disperses forming a circle of chattering spectators around them.

"Wait, is that.....Logan?!" Chanel yells so loudly just to identify him.

"Wait, Logan? Your ex?" Sebastian asks her in a whisper.

"Yeah," she responds.