Camila calmed down and sat down. "I will tell you what and why…" 
    "Okay? …" 
    "But first…" 
    Logan shook his head with a chuckle "of course, always a deal" 
     "Not one we haven't had already" 
      Logan shrugged and made move for an uninterrupted attention. 
    "If I tell you, you tell me everything about you just like we agreed on the last time" Logan nodded his head with a shrug. 
     "Fine…" she brought out that piece of fabric she was holding on to. "See this? I have every reason to believe that I ran into someone from my past, although it's nearly impossible but I think I know who it is—"
    "Patricia Lipa…" a familiar voice ensued. They both looked at the source and there was Buck standing behind the window waving at them with a little bit of smile painted on one side of his cheek. 
    "What are you doing here?" Logan growled. 
     "Easy, easy. The hatred is getting a little too much , don't you think?" 
     "I will tear you apart…" Logan growled. He was getting aggressive… 
     "Oh come on…" Buck tilted his head to the side. "You keep saying that, don't you? By the way, you still got your…" he gestured at the silver wares all over his house. "Silverwares, so I won't be making it inside, or you can just come outside? …" He hissed. "Don't worry about me, I can stand here all day, you know. Thanks for your concern…" 
     Logan shook his head. "Damn lunatic!" 
     "You- you know her?" Camila asked curiously. 
     "Oh yes my dear…" 
    "H-how?" She stammered. 
     "I don't know… " Buck shrugged. "I guess you should ask her how, I'm sure she would give you a very very good satisfying answer… how about that'?" 
    "How do you know her?" Camila asked, ignoring his previous remark.
     "You mean, by her being the top commanding general of that group of deadly not-so-deadly humans?" 
     "What? Fuck do you mean!?" 
     "Your big bad aunt has been using you since the beginning…" he smiled so victoriously while Camila trembled. 
    Logan was surprised to see that she was trembling, and wreaking fear. Was it really the Camila Lipa he knew? He could ask himself that over and over again. He looked at Buck and back at Camila. "Wait…" he raised his hand. "What's going on, Camila. Who is this aunt that has got you wreaking fear?" 
    "She hasn't told you, has she?... '' Logan didn't even want to hear him talk but it looked like Camila wasn't ready to say a word either.
"So, all the big bad evil things she has ever done is because of her big bad aunt. I'm sure you see it now? Look at her, feel her, perceive her. Pain and trauma Is all written over her. She wreck of it…"
     "She was a sex mistress…" Camila stated. "She abused me in every way. She molested me and any day she was hurt or some shit go bad with work, she would come back home, strip naked and let me do all the dirty jobs, all the fetishes she ever thought of having, I was her fucking sex slave! I was a fucking kid! A fucking child!" She wailed. Logan couldn't believe his eyes. So she could cry too? 
    Logan's lips were heavy. He didn't know where to start from but he knew that he couldn't stand seeing her tear down. "Hey, I'm so sorry that you went through all that…"
if there was anyone now who needed and deserved redemption, it was Camila. She wasn't born a monster, but he and Buck were. 
     A sheer moment of silence was gone and broken by Buck. "Umm…" he cleared his throat. "In as much as I hate being the one that, you know, cuts the moment. It's getting. Little boring here, come on Logan, tell us yours" he said in anticipation.
    Logan looked at him with wonder. "How did you even know about her?" He asked. 
    Buck shrugged. "You know me. I just know things…" he mind linked with Logan. "You shouldn't deal with her, Logan. She doesn't belong to the league. As you can see, she isn't worth it" 
    "What do you care?" Logan replied. 
    "I don't. I'm just making sure you know what you're getting yourself into." 
    "I think I've heard that a hundred times over. You got anything better to do or say?"
    "Haha. Logan, you will beg me for your life one day soon, you will see" 
     "So are you gonna say something or what?" Camila interrupted. 
     "Oh…" Logan said with a sigh. 
    "Can't wait! Tell us about the night in 
    "Shut the hell up!" Logan yelled at him. 
    
    Buck rolled his eyes. "Still won't stop us from hearing your tales today, would it, Camila?" 
    "Oh shut up" Camila scoffed at him. 
    "I would love to see you shut my mouth…" he throwed a look at Logan who was still holding back. "With your lips…" he said with a smile. Biting his lips. 
    Camila chuckled. "Even in your dreams, I wouldn't. Freak" 
    "Ohhh see that! See that Logan? She has a thing for me, already—" 
    "What the fuck is this guy really doing here?!" She faced Logan. Buck was only trying to get Logan to talk, maybe he will tell a tale, where he massacred a whole village; his expectations. 
    "Logan what do you say? Camila looks sweet, you know what I mean?" 
   Logan sighed, taking a dull gulp from his glass cup. 
     "You wouldn't know, you haven't had her in bed, have you? …" He glanced at both of them and noticed how they were quiet about it. "It's okay. Really, really.
If I was Logan, what would I do?! I know! Get drunk with Camila, I mean, pretend to be drunk because wolves don't get drunk and get her in bed, wait for the moon to tap into the beast mode, tear her clothes apart and give her the best, wild and exhausting sex of her life!
But how would I do that? Oh sweet! Track down her panties, work my tongue on her nipples, kiss on her lips and neck, take my fingers into the joy ride, feast on her nipples before getting down on—" 
    "It was in 1971, winter, I can remember vividly. It was also the day I ran away from Cuba after killing everyone on the field…"