Page 272 of Sin Bin

LOGAN

A fierce, primal rage gripped Logan when he looked across the noisy club and saw some asshole practically mauling his girlfriend.

The mass of dancers parted as he stormed through the crowd, cutting a determined path toward Jupiter. He could hear people whispering his name excitedly as they pulled out their phones. Someone called out above the pounding music, “Nice goal tonight!”

He didn’t acknowledge the compliment. Nothing mattered but reaching Jupiter and getting her the fuck away from that scumbag.

The moment she spotted him, her eyes flew wide and her jaw dropped. Her dance partner followed the direction of her stunned gaze and froze when he saw Logan charging toward them. A look of shock and fear crossed his face. But instead of releasing Jupiter, he tightened his hold on her waist and whipped her around so that his back faced Logan as he tauntingly rocked against her ass.

Snarling with savage fury, Logan grabbed the motherfucker by the shoulders, hauled him around and punched him in the nose, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone.

The guy screamed in pain and fell to his knees, clutching his face as blood poured from between his fingers. Logan delivered a vicious roundhouse kick, the heel of his boot smashing into the asshole’s chest and driving him backward into the crowd.

Shocked gasps and shouts erupted as the music screeched to a stop and the remaining dancers rushed over to see what the commotion was about. Jupiter stood beside Jess, her plump breasts heaving in her low-cut dress as she stared at him in disbelief.

All he saw was red. The red of her lipstick, the red of her dress, the red haze of fury swarming his vision.

“Hey!” someone barked.

Logan turned to see the guy’s friend hesitantly approaching him. He looked torn between the instinct for self-preservation and the age-old duty to have his boy’s back.

“Decide quick,” Logan said menacingly.

The guy gritted his teeth and charged him. Logan grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground, slowly squeezing his windpipe. As the guy’s eyes bulged and he started whimper-choking, Logan smirked maliciously and threw him over the nearby bar.

Glass shattered. Girls screamed.

Logan spun just as the first guy staggered to his feet, blood spilling from his nose and mouth. Screaming profanities, he lunged at Logan, swinging his fist wildly.

Logan blocked the blow with his forearm and countered with a punishing uppercut that knocked the guy out cold.

He wanted to keep going. He wanted to beat the motherfucker’s face to a bloody pulp. He wanted to kick him in the ribs, stomp him in the gut and crush his organs.

A hand on his arm had him whirling around, fists balled, ready to pulverize the next opponent.

But it was Jupiter who stood there, her head tilted back as she glared up at him. “Stop before you kill someone,” she hissed.

He glared down at her, chest heaving, adrenaline rushing through his veins. “Let’s go.”

Her chin lifted defiantly. “I came with Jess.”

“And you’re leaving with me.” With one swift motion, he slipped his arm beneath her knees and picked her up, carrying her through the buzzing crowd.

She was so shocked that she didn’t protest until they were outside. That was when she started bucking and kicking her legs, demanding to be put down.

Clenching his jaw, he carried her to his waiting Porsche and dumped her in the passenger seat. As he squatted down to strap her in, she hissed like an enraged cat and swung at him, the blow glancing off his shoulder.

He scowled before slamming the door and stalking around to the driver’s side. He was so furious he could barely talk as he floored the gas pedal and sped away from the club, tires squealing.

Jupiter stared at him as he roared down the street, barely missing parked cars.

“Wanna tell me what the hell you were doing back there?” he snarled.

“What did it look like?” she shot back. “I was dancing!”

“Obviously,” he said through clenched teeth. “My question is why? Since when do you go out clubbing and getting drunk?”

“I’m not drunk!”

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