Page 11 of Logan
“Logan,” Dom calls my name, his tone edged with a question I don’t want to answer. I keep moving, my boots hitting the pavement with heavy steps. I need distance. I need to get the hell out of here before the fire inside me explodes in a way I can’t take back.
Dom grabs my arm, forcing me to stop. I turn to face him, jaw clenched tight. “What the fuck was that all about?”
“Nothing. It’s fucking done.” My voice is flat, but even I can hear the lie in it.
“Didn’t look done at all, brother.” Dom’s gaze sharpens. He’s calling me on my bullshit, and he’s not wrong. Still, I’m not about to unpack eight years of buried shit with an audience.
Before I can come up with a response, the douchebag from the bar stumbles up behind Dom, the smell of cheap beer and stale cigarettes hitting my nose before his voice does.
“You willing to take me on now that I know it’s coming, pussy?” His words are slurred, heavy with a thick accent and the arrogance of a man too drunk to realize how far over the line he’s stepping.
“Hell yeah, you ready to get knocked on your ass again?” I take a step toward him, shoulders squared, but Cain steps between us, his hands firm on my arms.
“Think about this, bro. You’re always talking about keeping a low profile, not drawing attention.” Cain’s voice is steady, but I’m not even looking at him. My eyes are locked on the asshole smirking at me like he’s untouchable.
“If you aren’t up for it, I could always head back inside and see if that sweet piece of ass is still in there.” His buddy chuckles beside him, and the sound spikes my blood pressure. My vision narrows, all of my focus tunneling on him.
I glance at Cain, and from the look in his eyes, he knows this guy just signed his own death warrant.
I step past him, closing the distance until I’m toe-to-toe with the asshole. “You want to put your hands on someone, try me and leave her out of it.”
He swings. I can tell immediately it’s going to miss my face, but I let it connect with my shoulder anyway. The hit is soft,clumsy. He’s too drunk to land anything that matters. “That was your one and only shot.”
I drive my fist forward, connecting solidly with his nose. The crack of breaking bone is sharp and satisfying. He screams, stumbling back and dropping to his ass again, blood pouring from his face.
I take a step forward, planting my boot on his collarbone and pressing down. I don’t need to snap it to make my point, but I let him feel the weight, the threat behind it. “If you ever fucking look at her again, much less touch her, I’ll break every one of your goddamn fingers and your knees.”
There’s a gasp, and my head snaps up. Mackenzie is standing there with her friend, her eyes wide. The shock on her face hits me harder than I expect. She storms past me without a word, heading toward the darker stretch of the parking lot.
I catch her telling her friend something about calling an Uber, and my gut twists. There’s no way the two of them should be standing out here alone at night.
I tilt my head toward them, signaling Dom to follow me. “Kenzie,” I call, the name tasting strange on my tongue after all these years.
“That is not my name anymore, and in case you don’t know, stalking is illegal. So, leave us alone.” Her arms fold over her chest as she turns her back on us, the hem of her dress shifting higher with the movement.
It’s hard to focus with her standing that close, looking like every memory I’ve tried to drown but sharper, more dangerous.
“Well, hey boy hey, who’s your friend there?” Jena, her friend, is looking at Dom like she wants to eat him alive.
She’s my in.
“This is Dom. He was just saying how it’d be a shame to let you ladies catch an Uber out here in the dark when we can take you home in the truck.”
Jena’s eyes go wide, and Mackenzie starts to shake her head, but her friend cuts her off. “Deal!”
“Jena!” Mackenzie’s voice is sharp, but Jena’s already moving toward us.
“Sorry, Mac. My brain is not the one in control right now.” She laughs, looping her arm through Dom’s. Mac. I’ve never heard anyone call her that before, and it sticks in my head.
Dom mouths the words you owe me. He’s not wrong.
I hear Mackenzie’s footsteps, sharp and irritated, stomping toward us. I can’t help the small smile that tugs at my mouth. She’s still full of fire.
When we get to the truck, Dom moves toward the passenger side, but Jena blocks him with a shove. “Oh no, tall, dark, and sexy, you’re with me.” She yanks open the back door and pushes him inside.
Dom shoots me a look, and I can’t hold back a laugh.
Mackenzie steps up to the truck, peering into the back seat. “Seriously? What the hell, Jena?”
