Page 7 of Broken Promises

“Yeah, you did. For one, you knocked her up because you were too selfish to be careful. Two, you chose to fight in the hospital with Reid instead of comforting her when she really needed you to. Three, you’re just a rat bastard for making her feel like she was just sex to you, and you’re lucky I even let you crash here. You were so worried about my brother hurting her, but look what you did. You guys are so fucking stupid, you know that?”

My chest ached at the reminder of what had happened, and I hung my head.

“Ease up on him,” Jett grumbled, appearing beside me and dropping an arm around my shoulders in support. “He knows he fucked up. You don’t have to keep reminding him.”

“Sure I do,” she argued, glaring at me. “Stop texting her. I think she knows by now that you’re there if she wants to talk to you. All you’re doing is driving her further away.”

“How can I fix it if she won’t talk to me?” I demanded, and Maddox smirked.

“Trust me, man. Leave her alone and she’ll talk when she’s ready. You’re smothering her, and she’s stubborn, so she’s digging her heels in. Besides, you probably don’t want to benear her until her hormones balance out again, or you might get stabbed.”

“I’m the reason her hormones are all fucked up in the first place. I think if anyone’s getting stabbed then itshouldbe me,” I sighed, the guilt slamming into me harder.

Raven had trusted me to look after her, allowing me to do whatever the hell I’d wanted to do to her body, and I’d ruined everything, all because I hadn’t wrapped my damn dick up.

“Did she at least get home okay?” I asked, and she stared at me for a second before answering.

“She’s at my parents’ house so she can help with the kids.”

“Does she need money or anything? I can help?—”

“Logan, you’ve done enough. She’s making her own money, and the bills are all caught up on temporarily. Stop looking for an excuse to talk to her,” Beckett huffed, motioning to Jett. “Just have some guy time with Jett and pretend you’re having a fun sleepover for a while. If you want Raven back, then do yourself a favor and keep your dick in your pants. Nothing will solidify the fact you only wanted her pussy like sticking your dick in random sluts to make yourself feel better.”

“I don’t want to fuck anyone else,” I said sharply, and Jett patted my back as he stepped away.

“C’mon, have a coffee and we can see if Drake wants to hang out for the day.”

“Lord, help this town,” Beckett muttered before glancing at Maddox. “You’re with me today. The Kings have someone in their basement for me, and I want them buried by lunch.”

“Yes, boss,” Maddox deadpanned, heading to the bedroom to get ready for the day, Beckett trailing after him.

“I know you want to see her, but I think it’s a good thing that she’s at least talking to Beck. She might act like she doesn’t care, but she likes Raven,” Jett said quietly, moving to the coffee machine to make us some.

“I know, but this isn’t just a fight. She lost a baby, Jett. My baby, and I’m not there helping her through it.”

“I still can’t believe you didn’t use protection.”

“You don’t.”

“Beckett is evil incarnate and could scare my sperm back out of her body,” he said seriously. “But she’s also on birth control. Repeat after me. I’m not silly, so I’ll wrap my willy. C’mon, all together now.”

“You’re a prick,” I snapped, but a smile tugged at my lips, and he grinned.

“Never thought I’d be the one giving out safe sex advice. Have you spoken to Lopez or Reid yet?”

My mood dropped again and I sat at the table with a scowl. “No. Don’t even think about inviting Lopez over with Drake.”

Jett placed a coffee in front of me and sat opposite my chair, messing around on his phone as he replied to me.

“I wasn’t going to. You think I want armageddon in my living room? I was just asking because you know you’re overreacting with Lopez.”

I stared at him, frustration filling me. “Overreacting? He got involved with the fucking mafia, which resulted in Raven getting hit by a car. She could’ve fucking died.”

“You mean like the illegal street races you and Reid used to participate in that resulted in Luna getting kidnapped? That could’ve been Raven, you know? Just because Slick had it out for Riley, doesn’t mean he wouldn’t have gotten cocky and gone after you guys too.”

“You’re really comparing amateur street racing to the fucking mafia?” I gritted out, Beckett swatting the back of my head as she walked past.

“Lavaro’s races were hardly amateur, as much as it pains me to admit it. That was some serious shit, and all of you could’vebeen killed. May I remind you that Reid and Riley almostwerefucking killed,” she said bitterly.

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