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"Close your eyes and sleep, baby. I got you, you understand?"

He kisses the top of my head.

I hold on to him, listening to him give me reassurance and affirm me as I drift off to sleep.

30

MY GIRLFRIEND, SUMMER

Harvey

Although I would much prefer it to be me upstairs with Summer right now, looking into Logan's sorry face as he sweats, knowing in his gut – because he knows – that Summer is probably getting railed upstairs but there is no way he can prove it, or anything he can do about it, is definitely a close second. So close. The satisfaction I feel right now is indescribable.

I tilt my head as we stand in front of Logan and his friends.

"Where the fuck is she?" he snaps.

"Who?" The joy in Jaden's voice rivals exactly what I feel inside.

"My fucking girlfriend, I know she came here. Where is she?"

"We don't know your girlfriend here, Logan. Are you sure she's not back at the party?" Caleb asks, he sounds bored.

"I know she fucking came here!"

"And how are you certain of that?"

"Is he fucking her right now? I swear to god I will kill that psycho if he touches her."

I can't help the chuckle that rises up from me. It’s involuntary because Arch is probably fucking her brains out, and I'd like to see Logan try to touch him. He needs to accept that she's gone and accept it today.

"That's a threat, Lo," Jaden taunts.

His nostrils flare. Landon touches his shoulder, and he shrugs it off. It's a bit sad because this fool really has feelings for her, but he should have heeded our warnings. Summer is ours and she was always going to come back to us. He really should have fucking listened.

"Let me go upstairs so I can see you have nothing to hide." The man reeks of desperation, I grimace. How the fuck was Summer with this guy for so long?

"No can do, buddy. We have bodies up there. You know how it is," Jaden states.

"I will fucking kill him. If he fucked her, he is dying and the little voices in his head will be the least of his worries," Logan threatens before he turns, and they leave.

Trevor lingers behind, shaking his head. "You tell that whore to never come near my friend agai—"

My fist connects with his jaw. Motherfucker.

Jaden gives him another when he staggers back, and Caleb punches his nose, and he falls with a thud. His friends return, but it’s too late, their buddy is down. They jump to us, but we subdue them easily.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Archer's deadly voice drops the temperature by a few degrees.

But because Logan is a fool, he shrugs himself off Caleb and takes a few angry steps to Arch. None of us get in his way because Arch won't even sweat to fuck him up, it's his funeral.

"Where is she?" Logan demands.

"Who?" Archer says coolly as he stands on the last step – covering the way upstairs – but I can see the beast is barely hanging on. He is irritated. No, he is incensed.

"My girlfriend, Summer, where is she?"

"I don't know about your girlfriend, but Summer is asleep. Do you need anything?"

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