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As he talks, bits and pieces start coming back to me. “I asked him to take me to you. I kept telling him ‘I need Logan’ but he was going the wrong way. I couldn’t…” Logan closes his eyes, clearly battling with some sort of inner conflict but I don’t question it as more memories start to come back. I gasp as I recall hands tearing my dress and hitting me. My hand flies to cover my mouth but Logan reaches out and pulls me to him.
“It’s ok,” he soothes as he holds me.
My tears quickly stain his shirt but he doesn’t dare pull away. “Shit,” I cry. “Did… did he?”
“No,” Logan says. “Nothing happened. We got there in time.”
Relief comes over me but it isn’t enough to take away the panic that still surges through me. “How could I be so stupid? That’s the first rule of drinking. Never accept a drink from anyone. Always get your own and make sure you see it being opened. Never let it out of your sight.
I fell for the oldest fucking trick in the book.
“I hope it’s ok but I allowed a nurse to take a sample of your blood so we can work out what he gave you,” Logan explains.
I nod my head, really not giving two shits that Logan had done that. It was the responsible thing to do and I would have done the same if the situation was reversed.
“The police would like a statement but if you’re not up to it, that’s fine. We also have the security footage to back it up.”
“Ok, sure,” I mumble as I look up to Logan. “Did I ruin the wedding?”
“No,” he says. “Cass and Jax don’t know a thing about it but I’m sure they will soon. Max is off the team pending investigation so it won’t be long before they find out.”
“Them and the rest of the world,” I grunt, realising a scandal like this is going to end up in the news.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I think it over for a moment and to tell the truth, I have absolutely no idea. What nearly happened would have been awful and life-changing in the worst possible way but it didn't, I am physically fine, apart from a raging headache, cuts, and bruises but mentally, that's a different story, one I haven't figured out the ending to yet.
My breath comes harder and I try my best to push the terrifying thoughts away. It was a close call, that’s all. Logan got there in time. Max has been dealt with and there’s more than enough evidence to make an open and closed case, so I have no reason to panic. It’s time to move on. “Can I let you know?” I ask.
“Of course,” he murmurs as he shuffles us around and pulls me onto his lap. He drops his head to my shoulder as he gently strokes my back. A soft sigh escapes his lips and I realise for the worlds chattiest man, he’s being way too quiet.
“What’s wrong?” I ask as I raise his head to meet his eyes.
He presses his lips together before letting it out. “I feel like I’ve failed you. It’s my job to keep you safe and I wasn’t looking out for you last night. I should have gone with you.”
“Don’t do that to yourself,” I demand. “This is not your fault. If anything, it’s mine. Max has been non-stop hitting on me since I started working for the Thunder. I turned him down each and every time. I was the one who didn’t tell you. I didn’t report him to management and I was the one who accepted a drink from someone I shouldn’t have. None of this is on you.”
He looks at me with those eyes that I love so much and I can tell he isn’t buying what I’m saying. If anything, I’m probably making it worse but he needs to hear it. “Hey, how would anyone have known that he’s that fucked up?” I question, trying to lighten the mood.
He leans back against the headboard and I follow along with him. “You know I love you, right?” I ask as I rest my forehead against his.
“I know, babe,” he smiles before catching my lips in his.
“Despite the ending of the night, I still had a really great time,” I tell him.
“I know,” he replies as he wraps a hand around my neck, holding me to him. “You looked fucking radiant”
I bring my hand up and run it down the side of his face which is when I notice the dirt under my nails. “Ugh,” I groan. “I don’t look to radiant anymore.”
“What are you talking about?” he questions.
I turn my hand around so he can see the state my nails are in. “Did I not shower last night?” I ask in disgust.
