Page 34 of Puck'N Enemy
I surge forward, breaking free just long enough to elbow the guy holding me.
The thrill of the fight shoots through me. I run toward the chaos, kicking the men who’re trying to get a hold of Logan.
Someone tries to attack me from the back but Logan steps between us like a wall. “Try that again,” he growls, “and I willendyou.”
The guy staggers back while the rest of his friends squirm on the ground, groaning and grunting.
Heart racing, I turn to look at Logan.
He still looks wild and angry. His massive chest rises and falls erratically as his eyes lock onto mine.
He still looks furious but surprisingly, his anger isn’t directed at me.
He rushes over to me, his gaze scanning my body from head to toe. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I—I didn’t think you’d—”
“Shut up.” Grabbing my hand, he pulls me alongside him.
“Logan—”
He doesn’t respond but breaks into a sprint. Holding my hand tightly in his, he runs through a maze of alleyways.
I don’t ask him where we’re going. I just run alongside him, just happy to feel the rough warmth of his palm against mine.
He could be leading me to the steps of hell but I don’t care.
Even though he hates me, he stepped up to help me escape those thugs. He’s still the guy who’d do the right thing even though it can come to bite him in the ass.
A cool night breeze lifts the stray strands on my forehead as I continue to run. At this moment, nothing matters more than the man on my side, intent on getting me to safety.
He pulls me into a dark alley and comes to a sudden halt. He holds my hand tightly and looks back at me.
I keep my ears pricked for the sound of heavy footfalls and men’s voices but all I hear is the erratic hammering of my own heart.
Stepping closer, Logan lifts the stray strands falling over my eyes gently. A deeply anxious expression spreads on his face as he meets my gaze.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice sounding raw and ragged.
“Yeah,” I mutter, barely feeling the bruises I received during the brawl. Those thugs’ punches were nothing comparedto getting hit by hockey sticks during a game. “What about you, though? Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine.”
“Good.” Now that my initial concerns are gone, a new worry takes root in my mind.
Logan helped me escape Pete’s men. He got involved when he should’ve stayed away and let them take me.
Logan’s hands slip over my cheeks, gently raising my face to him. “Why do you still look scared?”
“You shouldn’t have helped me,” I say slowly. “You should’ve stayed back like the time at the food court and let them do what they wanted. I could’ve taken care of myself.”
Something flickers in those chocolate-brown eyes.
“Dylan...I’m sorry about Mitchikov.”
I stare at him. Did he justapologize?
“I appreciate what you did just now but you need to stay away from me,” I tell him. “The next time you see a bunch of guys coming after me, just walk away. That’s the kind of payback I deserve after what I did to you.”
