Page 9 of Broken Promises

I scowled, glaring at him. “Why not? We need to warn Raven.”

“You need to stay away from her for now until this shit blows over. Going near her will put her in more danger, and you know it,” he stated firmly, his voice softening a fraction. “Raven knows he’s back. She told Beckett this morning that he showed up. I think maybe it’s why Raven’s avoiding the house.”

“Who else knows? Shit, she can’t be on her own. I don’t know him, but I know he treated her like shit as a kid. What if he hurts her?” I demanded, taking the mouse to click on other files.

“I’ll keep an eye on her. If she’s not safe there?—”

“Then I’ll go somewhere else and you can convince her to stay here.”

“I was going to suggest she stays at the Donovan’s for a while,” he said patiently, glancing up as Drake joined us. “You’re up early.”

“I have a date with Logan and Jett,” he grunted, yawning and stretching his arms above his head. “Those fuckers owe me caffeine or something.”

“You’re seeing Logan?” I asked, making him groan.

“Please, don’t put me in the middle. I love you both equally. I feel like a child of divorce.”

“No, you can tell him about Raven’s dad being back. I can’t go near her, but Logan?—”

“Logan would lose his dick if he went anywhere near her,” Cruz interrupted, looking a little annoyed. “I said I’d watch her, so leave it at that. She might be mad at you right now, but Logan really hurt her, dude.”

“He didn’t mean to,” I mumbled, despite being a little pissed at him still. He’d never deliberately hurt her.

“He still hurt her. I promise, I’ll do some digging to make sure she’s okay,” Cruz said, my eyes moving back to my screen.

“Any of you guys seen Reid?”

“He’s brooding and bruised, but he looks okay. I saw him a couple of days ago when I went to see Luna,” Cruz sighed, leaning over to my keyboard to find something, footage of Reid and Riley coming up. They were leaning on their cars in the parking lot at Harley’s Bar, seeming to be having a deep discussion. “See? He’s okay. This was yesterday.”

“I thought he was going to kill Logan at the hospital,” I admitted, not taking my eyes off the screen. “I wish they’d dealt with it after leaving though, then maybe things would’ve been different.”

“She’d still be mad at you.”

“She wouldn’t be alone though. At least the guys would’ve been with her,” I replied, glancing at him. “Please let her know if she’s not safe that she can come here and I’ll leave. Please.”

“I can tell her, but I don’t want her getting mad at me for bringing you up,” he grumbled, moving back to his computer. “Drake can check on Logan, I’ll check on Raven, and I can ask Riley about Reid. Will that make you feel better?”

“Immensely.”

“Good. I have work to do, so you keep being creepy on that computer while Daddy works,” he joked, and I flipped him off. I turned my chair to look at Drake, who looked ready to fall asleep on his feet.

“If he mentions me in a non-murderous kind of way, can you let him know I’d like to talk to him when he’s ready?” I asked, hating that Logan had shut me out now that the initial shock of what had happened had worn off. He’d needed someone to blame, I understood that, so I’d patiently wait for him to get his thoughts together.

Drake’s hand dropped to my shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Sure, man. Maybe hang with Cruz and Penn today. Let her fuss over you, you’ll feel better.”

“Yeah, until Stone punches me in the face,” I said dryly. The bastard really needed to work on his insecurities. No one could take Penn from them even if they tried.

She was stupidly in love with them all.

“If he honestly thought you were a threat to our relationship, you wouldn’t be staying under the same roof as our girl,” Cruz answered, not looking at us while he worked. “I suggest you ask Stone or Knox to take you down to the shooting range for some practice. Take Penn, she could use the practice too.”

“She’s not that bad of a shot, is she?”

“Depends on the day, which is the problem. She needs to be consistent. One good day of perfect hits won’t matter if she’s being chased on a bad day.”

“Maybe if you stopped distracting her with your dick, she’d learn,” I chuckled, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“We can’t help it. The second she starts firing that gun, our dicks get hard.”

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