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The Delos Dynasty || My edit 

@ficklecollection // William

The kick to the stomach had followed a punch to the jaw and a sweep of William’s legs across Logan’s own: sending him sprawling into the dust. As the blonde’s boot collided once, twice, three times with his stomach it was all Logan could do to absorb the blows, arms curling up over his head to protect it from the heavy strikes. Coughing and spluttering, he barely had time to react as William swooped down upon him, grabbing at his collar and forcing him onto his back. Wide, dark eyes stared up in horror at his brother-in-law, as the cool metal pressed against his throat. 

Reminiscent of that first day... back in Westworld- the first time he’d seen the darkness within his then-employee. To think how things had changed since then.

“Hey- Hey- stop-”