Page 86 of Broken Promises

“Zavier’s working the bar at the Psychos’ Shed tonight,” I said randomly, chewing on my bottom lip. “My biggest fear isn’t that he’ll die at the bar, it’s that he’ll get sucked into gang life.”

Logan didn’t stop what he was doing, focusing on the task at hand.

“Lopez would one hundred percent join the crew, but he never would without you saying it was okay. The last thing he wants to do is freak you out or have you worry about him constantly.”

“Am I a bitch for holding him back from what he wants?” I whispered, his fingers pausing in my hair.

“The only things in this world that he’s ever wanted are his freedom and you. Slash has offered him a spot in the Psychos multiple times, but he’s never hesitated to decline. If he really wanted it, he’d have taken it by now.”

“He’s only saying no because of me. He told me that,” I sighed, meeting Logan’s gaze in the mirror. “Being part of the crew would give him income.”

“It can also bring trouble to his door. We’ve seen what can happen when things go wrong,” he reminded me. “Once he’s in, it’s hard for him to get back out. The Psychos aren’t the type to kill him for leaving, but it’s still a process. If you tell him to go for it out of guilt then freak out and change your mind later, it will get messy. He can’t just leave.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t really found my thing yet, you know? You like working with the kids, Zav likes hands-on kind of shit,Reid likes bossing people around, and I haven’t really figured out what I want yet,” he mumbled, his brow creasing as he thought harder. “I don’t love cars enough to be a mechanic. I’m not qualified for half the hands-on jobs that are legal.”

“You’ll find something eventually. Would you like being a bartender? Surely one of the crews would hire you.”

I hated the idea of him working for the crews too, but bartending as a non-member should be pretty safe.

“There isn’t much around for that either. It’s a lot of late night work too, so a sleep routine would suck,” he sighed, stepping back as he studied my hair. “Done.”

“Thanks for doing it,” I said quietly, giving him a smile.

“Any time. Give me the gossip. You’re dating Ander and Zav?”

“It seems so,” I joked, fiddling with the baggy shirt. “Are you?—”

“No. I’m not looking for anyone,” he said, cutting me off. “You kind of ruined me. Girls? What other girls?”

I rolled my eyes, nudging him. “Usually men like to handle their problems with pussy.”

“Yeah, I know, but those men didn’t lose you, so they don’t get it,” he said seriously, taking the gloves off and clearing the mess.

I didn’t know what to say to that.

Logan

Raven emerged from the shower with blow-dried hair and the scent of my body wash, my dick taking notice instantly. The last thing I needed to do was try to fall into old habits, so I ignored it and gave her a smile.

“It looks good.”

“I feel better,” she admitted, walking over and sitting beside me on the couch. She pulled out her new phone, grumbling about it being overpriced crap as she texted Ander.

Raven: No, Logan’s bringing me back. I’ll let you know when we’re on the way.

Ander: Make sure you do. He’d better walk you to the damn door too.

Raven: You’re a dick. I can walk myself.

Ander: Stop being a brat.

She grumbled again and slid her phone into her pocket, catching me reading the messages.

“He’s paranoid.”

“As he should be. We’re all possible targets right now, Rae. We have to be careful,” I reminded her. “Did you want to leave now, or game a little? Jett has some awesome games.”

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