“You have some fucking nerve coming onto my turf, Ese. Are you saying I’ve been stealing your drugs? Fuck you. Why don’t you ask Franco? He knows after he killed my father that I don’t deal in that shit. He wouldn’t lie to you, his own son. But then again, you can’t trust him now, can you?” Dom smirks as Logan grinds his teeth, anger getting the better of him.
His switch is about to flip.
“What the hell do you know?” Logan’s face smooths out and he straightens his tie, making sure it’s sitting perfectly.
“You don’t know?” Dom slowly shakes his head and leans back into the cushions at ease with his arms spread wide on the back of the couch. “A little birdie told me that Franco is getting his hands in too deep, Jin right by his side, as they are both making deals with the Los Muerte gang. Right in your own house, Logan and it’s Nicky, right?” Dom questions as he turns his head to look at Nicky.
Shit.
“You're lying. Why would he steal from himself?” Nicky stands up, his fists clenched at his side as he stares down at Dom in anger.
“Isn’t it obvious? Power. To start a war. What would it look like to the media if Franco, Chief of police, stopped a gang rival without anyone knowing he’s linked to it. I imagine it would help him climb up the ladder.” Dom raises a single dark eyebrow as Logan tugs Nicky by the wrist to sit back down.
“He wouldn’t do that. The business would link back to him.” Logan’s voice sounds off, distant.
“Would it? Or would it come back to the person who’s running the show as Franco stays behind closed doors? Guess you can never trust who you live with. Makes you question what’s true or what’s not. Maybe you should be asking how your mother really died,” Dom taunts, looking for just the right thing to say for Logan to lose it.
It worked.
Logan quickly stands up, his whole body shaking in anger, and he starts to reach into the back of his waistband for his gun just as Tillie jumps to her feet. She pushes my legs out of the way until she just stops and stares as someone else beats her to Logan’s side.This night has taken a downhill for the worst,I think to myself with a groan.
Fucking Paris.
Tillie
I’ve had enough. I can only sit here and be quiet for only so long before these idiots kill each other. I’m usually one to sit back, not get involved from years of lessons to mind my own business. I was just about to get in between them, not fully understanding what’s going on, except that they are in the middle of a fucking rave with plenty of witnesses. I doubt most would open their mouths, I mean, hello… we’re surrounded by men who keep flashing their guns around. But I never get the chance to tell Logan to sit his ass down because a flash of pink and blonde hair launches at him and glues itself to his side.
Paris.
What the hell? Why is she here? Did he… no. He wouldn’t have asked her to be here, not after what we did in Franco’s office. Then again, he keeps hurting me when I least expect it, and I continue to fall for it with the guy who acts like he gives a damn about me. I need to knock some sense into myself, this is temporary, and I don’t need to keep looking like a fool. Love is for fools. Hope is for fools. I should know better.
“Baby! I’m here! I knew you couldn’t stay away for long,” she says in a snotty voice, petting the front of Logan’s chest, and he just stands there with his whole body tense. He looks down at her with a stiff facial expression, without saying a damn word.
He makes eye contact with me and quickly glances away as he sits back down with a relaxed posture. He fucking pulls Paris onto his lap, her arm wrapping around his neck in a possessive gesture as she smiles smugly at me.
“What the fuck knuckle?” Tey growls so quietly under his breath, I don’t think I was supposed to hear him.
But yeah! The fuck knuckle is right. I’m embarrassed and hate the way the rest of the guys keep glancing back and forth between us like they expect me to explode into an act of violent jealousy. As if! I don’t stoop that low, but I can think of ways to rip out Paris’s hair one piece at a time. My fingers are fisted at my side so I’m not tempted to launch at Logan, kick him in the balls until he’s singing soprano, and rip apart Paris like a rabid dog. I’m a freaking lady so I’ll just sit here with a smile plastered on my face like nothing is wrong.
“I’ll only say this once, Dom. One time for you to understand. Don’t underestimate me. If you try to cross me, or what’s mine, I’ll end you.” Logan makes that warning clear, never taking his gaze off Dom.
“What’s yours? Your business means nothing to me, I have my own. What could I possibly take away from you? Not them, they can handle their own. I’ve heard stories,” Dom wanders his gaze to Nicky, Tey, and Dalton, then finally pauses on me with a small curl of his plump lips. “Her? Does she mean something to you, Ese?”
I’m about to answer him, tell him to mind his own Goddamn business, but Paris opens her mouth.
“Her?” She points towards me and laughs while stroking the back of Logan’s neck with her other hand. “She wishes. Tillie here is nothing but trash, straight from the gutter. She follows them around like a lost puppy and they only keep her around because she easily spreads her legs. They’ll get over you soon and I’ll be here still.” Paris grins like she's won, and maybe she has.
My breath stalls in my chest, I swear the music stops, everything narrowing down until only Logan is in my sight. I stare at him, willing him to say something. Anything. But he just glances away from me with his jaw ticking and holds Dom’s stare as he answers him.
“She’s just a slut, like Paris said. She won’t be around much longer. Sit down, Tillie, you're embarrassing me,” Logan says without looking at me as Paris giggles, whispering something in his ear.
After hearing his words, I realized I never sat back down. I’m standing here like a pathetic person, wishing for a different answer, one I’m probably never going to get. When I glance around, I notice Nicky glaring down at his gun with his hands curled into fists on his knees. Dalton and Tey are on the edge of their seats but neither of them says anything either, not looking me in the eye.
“I see,” Dom slowly nods, his dark eyes staring a little too closely at me… seeing everything.
That’s when anger starts to boil under my skin, causing my heart to race and my only focus is to make Logan, all of them, feel my pain. Step one of revenge, make these assholes jealous and I know just how to do that. They aren’t the only ones who can give me pleasure, my body is awakening and I’m testing my limits tonight.
The DJ starts playingPonyby Ginuwine and my center of attention rests on the sexy, dangerous man that hates Logan. I plaster a fake smile on my lips, making sure to look at Logan, who narrows his honey eyes like he knows I’m up to something and I reach behind me to untie the mesh skirt around my waist.
