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“That’s a good idea.” His piercing gaze locked on mine. “Sit the fuck down, Harper.”
I slowly slunk down, because what else could I do? Mason’s voice was the only thing that stopped me.
“Get the fuck over here and sit down.”
For a second I was stunned. Did Mason Kessler actually save me from humiliation? Should’ve known that would never happen.
“Aw man, I was just starting to have fun.” Logan crossed his arms and dropped back down in his seat as I tiptoed my way over there.
Mason cocked a brow at him. “You want to explain to Shelby why we have her friend eating off the floor?”
“That’s a fair point,” Logan nodded in agreement, then pointed a finger at me. “Alright Freckles, you’re saved for now. You know what will happen if you say anything to my girl, right?”
I slid the chair up to the table and nodded. While I may not know exactly what he’d do, I did know it wouldn’t be good.
Most girls would kill to be where I was. Logan, with his blond hair, bright eyes, and natural charm was the kind of guy every girl wanted to sleep with and every guy wanted to be. Then there was Mason…
I pulled my eyes over his broad shoulder, up to the dark stubble on his chin. This man made my life hell and even I had to admit he was handsome. No, he was more than handsome. He was hot, as Lana would say.
He instilled fear in me so bad that I jumped at my own shadow, and he still haunted my dreams. Making me think things that I shouldn’t. Like how soft would his lips be? What would it feel like to have his hands on me? To see his green eyes looking at me like they did the girls he made out with in the halls?
Wait…
My head tipped as I glanced from Mason to Logan. Last night Mason referred to Micha as his father’s real son. Did that meanhewasn’t? He looked so much like his brother, and Micha was the spitting image of Louis.
Then again, their mother had the same features. Dark hair, eyes, and olive complexion. There was one thing neither of them had. Green eyes. In fact, the only person in town besides Logan that had that color of eyes was…
“Ryker.”
I hadn’t realised I said the name out loud until both Logan and Mason looked up at me.
“What the fuck did you say?” Logan growled.
I quickly dropped my head. “Nothing.”
Though I couldn’t see them, I could feel their anger. Ryker was a bad man. Everyone knew that. He was the boogeyman people refused to talk about, and I just said his name. Naturally it was Logan whose wrath I received. He was the spawn of a monster, I could just imagine what he went through.
“Saying that man’s name is a good way to get your throat slit.”
I shook my head and breathed out, “I didn’t mean to.”
“Uh huh.” His hot breath smacked against my hair, warming the ear hidden behind with the threat in his tone. “When he fucks you, and he will fuck you, I hope he breaks you in half.”
I didn’t move. Didn’t even dare to breathe. It was dangerous to poke the beast.
The next second he was back to charming, happy Logan, as he jumped up and sang, “Hey baby.”
That right there was why Logan Hudson was so dangerous. You never knew which version of him you were going to get.
“Oh my God, Logan, it’s only been one night.”
I didn’t have to see them to know that Logan had his hands all over Shelby. It was as common as the giggle that came from her mouth when he pawed at her. I had to give her props though. He gave new meaning to the term player.
The things I’d seen him get girls to do would astound the devil himself. No one thought he was capable of being faithful, let alone settling for one girl. Then came Shelby Grace, who not only locked him down, but caused the guy to look like a love struck puppy.
It was kind of adorable. Part of me was jealous. I had that once. I knew what it felt like to be someone’s whole world. I also knew what it felt like to be the reason that person’s world collapsed. Yet sometimes I still longed for that look Mason used to give me. How pathetic was that?
If I was someone braver, I might have chosen a different path. But bravery had never been my strong suit, and it was far too late to change my mind now. So I’d settle for sitting here with my head hung, listening to Shelby’s heels click on the floor. That would be the only sense of security I’d get in this place.
