Page 83 of Just Say Yes

From the truck, I gripped the edge of the seat, my pulse racing as Logan marched toward Trent like a storm about to break.

Trent’s casual smirk twisted into something uglier as Logan pointed at him, his jaw tight. My breath caught when Trent’s gaze sliced to me, his expression darkening with recognition.

The last time I’d seen those eyes, they’d left me feeling small and unworthy.

I could barely hear their words over the rumble of nearby engines, but the tension in Logan’s shoulders said everything. The car was parked close enough that I could just make out the faint words through the glass windows.

“What are you doing here?” Logan’s voice was clearly surprised and annoyed.

“Mav!” Trent went in for a hug, but Logan’s back was stiff and he didn’t return the embrace. Trent looked at him, confused. “What’s the deal?” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder. “They’re telling me there’s not a ticket.”

“There isn’t.” Logan gripped the back of his neck before dropping his hand. “I texted you this morning. Today isn’t a good day.”

Trent’s arms spread. “Come on. Don’t embarrass me. I told Mikey that we’d have club level.” The back of Trent’s hand tapped Logan’s stomach. “You can get us in.”

“I said, not today. Sorry, man.” Logan’s head moved slightly as he glanced back at the car.

Trent’s attention followed the movement, and I sat, frozen. I should have dove under the dash to hide, but it was too late.

“Seriously?” Trent gestured toward me. “Is this what it’s about? I already gave you the green light to fuck her.”

They had talked about me?

Heat crept up my cheeks. Logan stepped forward, dangerously close to Trent’s face. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but his body language was clearly threatening.

With a shake of his head, Trent walked away, hitting Logan in the shoulder as he passed. Clearly he was pissed about what had happened, and his glare was directed at me.

I sat, frozen as he walked toward the row of cars. When he neared me, I could hear him, clear as day: “Fucking cunt.”

In an instant Trent was on the ground. Logan had tackled him from behind, and I screamed.

I pushed open the car door. In the next space over, on the cold parking lot asphalt, Logan was straddling Trent, and a hard punch landed to his face. I screamed again as blood spurted from Trent’s nose. Logan reared back, and another punch connected with Trent’s rib cage.

Logan’s fist connected with Trent’s face a second time, the crack of bone against bone echoing in the chilly air. “Say it again,” Logan growled, his voice low and menacing, as he pinned Trent to the ground.

Trent heaved and spat blood onto the asphalt. “All this for her? She’s not worth it.”

Logan’s fury erupted, and he grabbed Trent’s shirt collar, yanking him up. “You don’t get to talk about her like that.”

His knuckles had tightened, ready for another swing, when my panicked voice broke through.

“Logan, stop!” My hands were on his shoulder, my voice trembling.

My words seemed to pull him back from the edge. He glanced at me, his chest heaving, then released Trent with a shove that sent him sprawling.

Logan was on top of him again. “If I see you near her again, I won’t stop next time.”

I stepped forward but was shoved aside by two security guards as they pulled Logan off a moaning Trent. They could barely contain him as he shrugged them off and lunged toward Trent again.

“You keep your fucking mouth shut,” he shouted at Trent.

Trent’s angry gaze flicked my way as he wiped blood from under his nose.

“Don’t look at her, you look at me.” Logan was seething. “Go home.”

As Logan was yanked away by the security guards, Trent stood and took a cheap shot, cracking him in the jaw.

Furious, Logan lunged forward, but the two guards barely held him back. By now a small crowd was gathering, and the scuffle had drawn everyone’s attention. The last thing Logan needed was someone taking a video of him beating the shit out of his best friend in the parking lot before the match.

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