Chapter Eleven-Death Blow

The sting of the raw skin on my elbows and thighs sunk in, and my hands pressed into the floor as I rose to my feet. While the men settled their differences, I stomped back to the roped-off room and threw everyone’s stuff aside until I found my bag of holding.

I ducked through the onlookers and made my path to the door until a soft hand wrapped around my wrist and spun me around. “Where are you going?” Like she hadn’t seen a thing, Stella tugged me back to the room.

I snatched my hand away and twisted the leather strap around my wrist. “I’m out of here.” I bent my arm and blew at the abrasion on my elbow and shook my head when I saw the blood on my legs. “I didn’t sign on for this bullshit. I’m done.”

I didn’t make it another few steps before a massive arm wrapped around my waist from behind and lifted me into the air. “Get the fuck off of me.” From the tribal tattoos and the scent of chocolate, I knew it was Logan dragging me through the crowd. “I fucking hate you.”

The back of my elbow met his head as the doorman opened the doors, but the pissed-off Lycan didn’t falter as he held me in place. “Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear a goddamn word out of your mouth right now.”

With one hand, he pulled the back door open and tried to stuff me inside the black SUV until I pushed my way out of his arms and straight into Jacob’s chest. I pressed my palms into his shirt and grunted like I could have forced that mountain of muscle to move an inch. “Get the fuck away from me.”

Logan’s arms claimed me again, and he spoke into my ear so quietly that it sent a shiver down my spine. “Get in the car now, or I’ll drag you all the way home by your fucking hair.”

Despite the ugliness of his words, my body betrayed me. Every part of me pressed against him tingled with a life of its own. “Why are you even here? It’s your sister’s party, and you’re ruining everything.”

The grip on me softened, and my head rocked from side to side when he shook his head. “I don’t care about her stupid party. I’ll go inside and shut the whole fucking club down. I’ll send everyone home right now and tell them they can thank you for it.”

Jacob spat the blood from his lips to the ground, and I shook my head at both of them. “You’d really hurt your sister just to get back at me for not wanting you anymore?”

I saw Jacob’s blue eyes become a shimmering pool and felt the tremor in the breath Logan took when I said it, and my chest burned along with them. A hard swallow came from behind my earlobe before he cleared his throat. “Yes, I would.”

His lips grazed my cheek as I glanced back, and his hot breath warmed my face when our eyes met. “I hate you.”

When our lips touched, I wanted him to take me right there in the parking lot, but they met the soft part of my neck above my collarbone before he looked at me again. “Not for long, you won’t.”

My bare skin against the soft leather of the back seat sent a burning sensation through me that made me hiss, and I threw open my bag. While Logan turned to back out of the space, he glanced down to look at the blood. “Jake, take a look at those and make sure she’s alright.”

He nearly launched himself out of his seat, but I slapped the hand that reached back to help me. “Keep your goddamn hands to yourself. I don’t need you for a damn thing.”

I shook out the towel I found and took a vial from the metal case. “Which one of you assholes threw me on the ground like a piece of garbage?” I laughed at the ridiculous question as I dabbed the potion on my wounds and glanced up to see Logan’s eyes in the rearview. “That’s a dumb question. Of course, it was you.”

His head shook, and I heard him sigh as Jacob rubbed his shoulder, then turned to face me. “He overreacted, but can you really blame him after what we walked in on?”

“What you walked in on?” I stabbed at the window button until it came down and threw the towel out into the street. “I was dancing. That’s hardly a crime.”

A shot of air came from the driver’s seat. “I should go back and kill that motherfucker.”

I hate a jealous man, but knowing Logan was angry was thrilling, and I couldn’t help myself. “I fuck lots of guys, Logan; you can’t kill everyone.”

I could hear his jaw pop and see the tiny muscles twitch in his jaw and part of me felt sick for it. Jacob rolled his eyes away to the dark window and his fingers tapped against the door. “We called Stella at least a dozen times, and when she didn’t answer, we got worried.”

While I shoved my things back into my bag, I laughed at how stupid it sounded. “What the hell could possibly happen to me out in the boondocks? This place is dead.”

He glanced back at me and shrugged. “There’s been a couple of shootings outside our town limits. We told Stella to keep the party local just to be safe.”

I scooted close to the edge of the seat and leaned in between them. “So, you mean to tell me someone’s running around attacking people, and you leave your little sister in a bar while you take home some woman you barely even know? That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever fucking heard. What the hell kind of brothers are you?”

Logan’s neck wrenched from side to side as he cracked it. “We left security for Stella.”

I threw myself back into the seat, and my arms crossed my chest. “The two of you are just unbelievable. Let’s get one goddamn thing straight right now.” My fist came up between the two of them, and I uncurled each finger one by one. “I do what the fuck I want, whenever I want, and it’s none of your business who I choose to do it with.”

The SUV came to a screeching halt right there in the middle of the road, and Logan came through the space between the seats to face me. “None of my fucking business? It started being my business when I hit that pussy in the shower last night, Tess. Don’t get shit confused now.”

I leaned up until we were nose to nose and spit out the cruelest thing I could think of. “Oh, honey, you were never hitting this correctly. I was just feeling generous with that show I put on.”

His eyes blinked down between us, and he blew out slow between his lips to collect himself before facing the steering wheel again. I knew that was the fatal blow, and he didn’t utter another word to me for the entire ride home.