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Story: Because of Logan
“What do you know? Isn’t that funny? The old boyfriend and the new one. I was her first, you know. Popped that cherry.”
My face burns, but for once, it's not in embarrassment but in anger.
“Dude, not cool.”
The guy next to him voices his opinion. The girl looks at Blake with disgust and takes a step to the side, putting some distance between them.
Logan smiles, and the coldness in his face gives me shivers.
“Yeah, I heard all about it. How you got her drunk on wine coolers and took advantage of her.”
The girl gasps. The guy, Mark, shakes his head but says nothing. It’s clear Blake hadn’t expected me to talk about him.
“Is that what she told you? I remember it different—”
Logan cuts him off and lets go of me, taking a step closer to Blake. I find a small satisfaction in the fact Blake has to look up to keep eye contact with Logan.
“I know the truth about that night. I also know you got kicked out UV for doing illegal enhancing drugs. And that you got caught with enough roofies on you to drug half a sorority house. I wonder how much your daddy had to shell out to clean up that mess.”
The girl steps away from him and whispers, “I’m sorry” when she walks by me.
The other guy shakes his head and walks away too. It’s just the three of us now.
Blake blanches, and his mouth opens and closes as if to deny it, but nothing comes out.
“And I also know about how you cried like the little bitch you are when River told you to leave Skye alone. Man, I wish I’d been there. It must have been epic.”
Logan laughs and shakes his head. Then his posture goes from relaxed to steel rigid and the look in his eyes is deadly.
“But unlike River, I don’t carry a rusty knife. I find it to be too... messy.”
He puts his hands on his waist, which opens his jacket, and I can see a holster and his service gun. I know it to be a Glock 22. He told me about it. He keeps his gun under the driver seat of his truck when he’s off duty and driving. I’m surprised to see it on him.
Blake takes notice and pales. I step closer to Logan and put my hand on his back.
“Babe, we gotta go.”
He looks at me, and the coldness is his eyes is replaced with something warm and kind. He kisses my forehead. “Yeah, we do.”
Logan’s hand goes to my back, and as he guides me to his truck, he stops and turns to Blake.
“I’d hate to hear that you’re running your mouth. And I’m sure River would too.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
As soon asI saw that asshole, I knew who he was and grabbed my gun and put in the holster inside my jacket. I had no intention of using it, but I had a feeling this guy needed intimidation tactics. I recognized his face right away from the pictures revealed in my little investigation into him. Having access to police records helps. The guy is a punk. I can’t believe what he said about taking Skye’s virginity. I want to drive my fist through his skull, but I can’t. Because next thing you know, I’d have assault charges against me. Skye is silent, and her eyes flit my way every so often. I’m pissed as hell. I’m pretty sure some of it is showing right now. She’s nervous and embarrassed, even more so than the first time we met.
The few-minute drive is enough to cool me down. I pull into my driveway, put the truck in park, and turn off the ignition. Neither of us makes a move to leave the truck. I take my seatbelt off and turn to Skye. She does the same and looks at me. Her eyes are bright with unshed tears. I’m angry all over again.
“I’m sorry, I—”
“You have nothing to apologize for, Skye. You did nothing wrong.”
She laughs without humor.
“I dated him.”
“Yeah, years ago, and I’ve had my share of dating mistakes too. Some of them could make that asshole look like a saint.”
My face burns, but for once, it's not in embarrassment but in anger.
“Dude, not cool.”
The guy next to him voices his opinion. The girl looks at Blake with disgust and takes a step to the side, putting some distance between them.
Logan smiles, and the coldness in his face gives me shivers.
“Yeah, I heard all about it. How you got her drunk on wine coolers and took advantage of her.”
The girl gasps. The guy, Mark, shakes his head but says nothing. It’s clear Blake hadn’t expected me to talk about him.
“Is that what she told you? I remember it different—”
Logan cuts him off and lets go of me, taking a step closer to Blake. I find a small satisfaction in the fact Blake has to look up to keep eye contact with Logan.
“I know the truth about that night. I also know you got kicked out UV for doing illegal enhancing drugs. And that you got caught with enough roofies on you to drug half a sorority house. I wonder how much your daddy had to shell out to clean up that mess.”
The girl steps away from him and whispers, “I’m sorry” when she walks by me.
The other guy shakes his head and walks away too. It’s just the three of us now.
Blake blanches, and his mouth opens and closes as if to deny it, but nothing comes out.
“And I also know about how you cried like the little bitch you are when River told you to leave Skye alone. Man, I wish I’d been there. It must have been epic.”
Logan laughs and shakes his head. Then his posture goes from relaxed to steel rigid and the look in his eyes is deadly.
“But unlike River, I don’t carry a rusty knife. I find it to be too... messy.”
He puts his hands on his waist, which opens his jacket, and I can see a holster and his service gun. I know it to be a Glock 22. He told me about it. He keeps his gun under the driver seat of his truck when he’s off duty and driving. I’m surprised to see it on him.
Blake takes notice and pales. I step closer to Logan and put my hand on his back.
“Babe, we gotta go.”
He looks at me, and the coldness is his eyes is replaced with something warm and kind. He kisses my forehead. “Yeah, we do.”
Logan’s hand goes to my back, and as he guides me to his truck, he stops and turns to Blake.
“I’d hate to hear that you’re running your mouth. And I’m sure River would too.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
As soon asI saw that asshole, I knew who he was and grabbed my gun and put in the holster inside my jacket. I had no intention of using it, but I had a feeling this guy needed intimidation tactics. I recognized his face right away from the pictures revealed in my little investigation into him. Having access to police records helps. The guy is a punk. I can’t believe what he said about taking Skye’s virginity. I want to drive my fist through his skull, but I can’t. Because next thing you know, I’d have assault charges against me. Skye is silent, and her eyes flit my way every so often. I’m pissed as hell. I’m pretty sure some of it is showing right now. She’s nervous and embarrassed, even more so than the first time we met.
The few-minute drive is enough to cool me down. I pull into my driveway, put the truck in park, and turn off the ignition. Neither of us makes a move to leave the truck. I take my seatbelt off and turn to Skye. She does the same and looks at me. Her eyes are bright with unshed tears. I’m angry all over again.
“I’m sorry, I—”
“You have nothing to apologize for, Skye. You did nothing wrong.”
She laughs without humor.
“I dated him.”
“Yeah, years ago, and I’ve had my share of dating mistakes too. Some of them could make that asshole look like a saint.”
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