Page 5 of Logan
I’ve seen plenty of successful relationships in this life, and they worked because the guy didn’t just pick any blow-job Betty to wear his patch. They picked women who could weather storms most people couldn’t stand in.
It’s something I thought I wanted once. With one girl.
Since her, I’ve never considered it. She was good. Pure. Everything I thought I didn’t deserve and in the end, I didn’t.
I grab a seat at the bar, the stool creaking under my weight, and look over at Shaina. “Can I get a Coke?”
She shakes her head at me, smirking. “Still don’t understand why you don’t have a drink. Maybe it’ll take that stick out of your ass.”
“Just pour the damn soda.” My voice comes out sharper than I mean it to, but it’s none of my sister’s business why I don’t drink. And she’s got a big mouth. Shaina slides the glass down to me, ice clinking softly.
I haven’t had a drink in over eight years. Two days after I broke the heart of the only girl I ever loved, I got drunk and did some stupid shit I can’t take back.
My skin runs hot as my hand moves toward my phone. It’s late. She won’t answer. I tell myself I’ll just listen to her voicemail then pretend I called by accident. But the second it starts ringing, my chest tightens.
After the fourth ring, I hear it. The sexiest, half-asleep voice I’ve ever known. “Logan?”
Goddamn, I miss her.
“Logan? Hello?”
Shit. This was a bad idea.
“I can hear you breathing.” Her voice sharpens, more awake now and more annoyed.
“I fucking love you, Kenzie.”
Her sharp intake of breath hits me like a sucker punch, and for a second, it’s like time folds back, pulling me into the night I lost her. But this isn’t fair.
I can’t do this to her.
This isn’t right.
I hang up and hurl my phone across the room, watching it shatter against the wall, pieces skittering across the floor.
Carter opens my door, eyebrows drawn together. “What the fuck was that?” His gaze drops to my phone. “There a reason you broke that?”
“Can’t call her if I don’t have a phone.” I shrug, though the pain in my chest feels like a vice tightening with each passing second.
“I don’t get it. You say you love her but—”
“It’s not your fucking business to get!” My voice cracks into a yell before I can stop it.
Carter’s eyes go wide. He takes a few steps toward me, his tone hard. “Watch your fucking mouth, little brother.”
I stand, jaw tight. “Or what? You don’t fight anyone that challenges you.”
Carter opens his mouth, then closes it, shaking his head. He turns to walk away.
“Pussy,” I throw out with a short, bitter chuckle.
He spins back, and before I can react, everything goes black.
That was one of the last times I saw Carter.
The next day, he packed up all his shit and left. This club should’ve been his, but he doesn’t want it or anything to do with us.
I knew as soon as I could walk that the club was where I wanted to be. Anytime my dad was here, I was by his side, soaking it in, planning in my head what things would look like when I took over. Now the club is mine. We’ve made a few changes, but nothing major.
