“Feet off.” I push them off when I walk over to where he sits. “What are you doing here, Crash?”
“Logan.”
“Nope.” I cross my arms.
Glory speaks and I swear it sounds like ‘Logan,’ but I shake off the thought.
We stare at each other, neither of us saying anything for a time, but I hold firm. I have not done anything wrong— that was all him. He lied to me, then he tricked me into sleeping with him and he went behind my back to his ex-girlfriend.
I notice a break in his hair on the side of his head, and I fight everything in me to not ask him what happened. A deep need to see how he was hurt is buzzing through me, but I hold firm.
He is not mine to care for.
“I came here to talk to you. To clear everything up.” He looks at me with regret in his eyes.
My fists clench tightly under my armpits, my hurt still front and center.
“I think you have said everything there is to say, Crash. We have nothing to talk about. So you should leave.”
“Stop using my road name.”
“Stop lying to me,” I snap.
He sighs, leaning forward. His elbows rest on his knees, and he pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I told you that Val came to the clubhouse beaten to hell, really fucking hurt. Or so we thought. Bolt treated her but she was mouthy and accusing him of shit. Racer asked me to stick close to her, to see if she would slip up on information about her crew. She was tight-lipped with us when it came to information on her crew, but she was fucking feeding her them information on the club. Not the shit she wanted, but anything she thought was useful, and little did she know that we knew this. What we didn’t know was why. That came to light this morning.”
I sit in the only chair in the room, and he frowns at that. Was he expecting me sit next to him? Fat chance.
“What happened this morning?”
“I will get to that.” He sighs. “We got information that it was her crew who chased you. On her order. Before the club could step in and handle it, we got the call about the race, so wedecided as a club that I would race, and that Val would be at my side, to draw out her crew. There were members placed all over the race site, plus Grady had two deputies there to help.”
I gawk at him when he gives me that information.
My cousin helped the club. Why didn’t he tell me?
“I was a dick to you, because you had a target on your back. Val needed to see that you were not a threat to her, or what she thought she was building with me. I was a fucking fool for that part, because she had her own plan.”
“What plan?” My voice is barely a whisper, as all of the bad things she could plan swirl around in my head.
“It was Grady who arrested Vinnie, so her plan was to hurt his loved ones, you included, as payback. Me being back here, and us reconnecting was the icing on the cake for her. She used me to hurt you.”
“Well, she succeeded at that part of her plan, didn’t she?” He nods, as tears fill my eyes.
“Baby, I never touched her. I swear on my patch. I have not had sex with her, or done anything with her in years. What you saw at the race was a fucking act. Thinking on it now, I should have brought you in on the plan, but you know.” He shrugs.
“Club business,” I sob.
Everything comes crashing down on me: what I thought we had a chance of building, the way he made me feel like a fool, and then the pain and hurt he caused last night.
I have cried more since Logan has been back than I ever have over any ex-boyfriend.
“Baby, please don’t cry.” He moves to me, dropping to his knees at my feet. His hands land on my thighs, rubbing up and down, soothing me. “Fuck I hate this.”
“You really hurt me,” I cry, and he nods.
Glory sits next to him whimpering at my upset, pushing between us, and resting her head on my thigh.
