Page 79 of Filthy Liar

“Logan’s going to kill me,” I muttered. “I thought they attacked us because of me, but I’m not too sure now. Noah admitted they’ve been giving him some shit at school, trying to pry information out of him. It’s why he’s been getting to school late and keeps getting suspended on purpose. He’s trying to avoid going.”

Her face blanked for a moment before she flicked her eyes to the office door. “The mafia have been stalking my damn kid and he didn’t tell me?”

“He didn’t know who they were. I think it’s a trauma response. He was saying that he wanted to prove to himself that he could handle it. He’s still dealing with shit in his head from Lincoln. He’s also had a falling out with his buddy Matt, so he’s probably extra defensive right now.”

“What happened with Matt?” she groaned, raking a hand through her hair.

“Owes Noah money, he claimed. It might have been bullshit, but I’m not too sure. I don’t mean to overstep, but I think he’s really struggling right now, and with everyone so busy, he’s lonely,” I said slowly, hoping she didn’t lose her shit at me for poking my nose in their business, but she sighed.

“I’ve been so busy lately, I just figured he’d be fine. I forget with all my kids not living at home, that he’s on his own. My kids always had each other, but he doesn’t even really have friends over. Matt’s been over a few times, but they tend to hang out elsewhere usually. He talked to you about it?” she asked curiously, making me shrug.

“Not a lot, but he started to in the car. He was being a bit of a prick so I scolded him a little.”

She chuckled, reaching out to grab a bottle of liquid. “You don’t get shot often, do you? Use this stuff. Stings like a bitch, but you’ll clean it way better than those wipes.”

“I try not to, no,” I deadpanned, turning slightly when she motioned for me to do so she could see better. She grabbed some of the gauze to catch the extra liquid, and I hissed a little as she tipped some of the antiseptic liquid onto the wound.

“Told you. Leave the car here, we’ll fix it for you since it was Slash’s order for you to go in the first place,” she assured me, pressing the gauze to my arm and making the sting worse. It was hard not to flinch. “How’s Raven? And Reid? I’m sorry I couldn’t be with them more, but I really needed to set a fire under the cops asses to make them work faster.”

“They were both sleeping when I left. The fact that I haven’t heard from them tells me they’re probably still sleeping too. I should find my phone, I think Noah left it in the car.”

She was quiet as she bandaged my arm, seeming to be deep in thought.

“One of the guys outside said you used yourself as a shield to get Noah inside. Is that when you got shot?”

“I’m not too sure. I didn’t even realize I’d been hit until Slash noticed I was bleeding.”

“Why did you do that?” she asked, taking a step back to inspect her handiwork before lifting her gaze to mine. “You could’ve died, you know?”

“I wasn’t really thinking of that, to be honest. He was terrified and froze. I had to get him inside. Slash trusted me with a job, and I wasn’t going to fuck it up. I should’ve had my head on a swivel in the car, but I got distracted by my conversation with Noah. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize we had company until they started shooting,” I winced, her face softening.

“Hey, you did good. You’re not part of the crew, but you still risked your life for my family. Thank you.”

“He’s a good kid. A little lost, but he’s good. I’m really glad he found you guys,” I answered, not realizing we had company until I was almost knocked over by a blur of blue hair.

“Are you okay?” Raven demanded, tightening her grip on me as I dropped a kiss to the top of her head.

“I’m okay. Sorry, I meant to be home before you woke up.”

“Beckett called and said you were chased. Wait, is that your blood? You got hurt?” she asked, the panic in her voice rising as she stepped back and saw my arm, her eyes flashing to mine.

“Just a graze. I was picking Noah up from school for Slash and we got attacked on the drive back.”

“Is Noah okay?”

“He is, thanks to Zavier,” Rory replied, starting to clean up the mess and put the medical kit away.

The others appeared, and I instantly cringed. “Logan, I’m so sorry, man. The car?—”

“Fuck the car, are you okay?” he asked, his eyes raking over me for damage.

“Rory’s going to fix the car,” I said to make sure he knew it was going to get repaired, earning a scowl from him.

“I appreciate that, but like I said, fuck the car. It’s just a car, Lopez. As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters.”

“Aw, you do love me,” I joked, and he gave me a lopsided smile.

“You know I do, baby.”

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