“It’ll be like this never happened, Victoria. Because you don’t matter. And my father will still be the one they all fear, while you rot in your grave with your faggot brother and pussy father.”
I lower my voice as I stare into his wide, terrified eyes that are still streaming with unrelenting tears.
“But tomorrow? The whole town will see what you really are. A weak, pointless man they once feared. Now I’ll be what they fear. And your father’s turn is coming. Then the two of you will rot in your graves, while I walk away from all of this, knowing the better monster won the war.”
As another scream pierces the air, my tears slow down, the memories ebb, and the coldness only Logan can thaw washes over me with a choking hold.
Kyle Davenport won’t last the whole night.
But I’m damn sure going to try and take as long as possible.
Chapter 13
Injustice in the end produces independence.
—Voltaire
LOGAN
I’m half asleep when I feel a body sliding over mine and lips strumming my cheek. At first, I just lie there, feeling the warmth of the other person, but then my eyes fly open and my hand shoots out, ready to slam into—
My eyes widen as Lana catches my wrist with a stronger grip than I thought her capable of, and yanks her head back, her eyes widening in shock as she barely dodges my swing.
“Fuck!” I shout, jerking upright as she straddles me. “I’m so sorry! What the hell? I didn’t—”
She starts laughing, confusing the hell out of me.
“I guess that was a stupid way to wake you up when you didn’t go to sleep without me,” she says, smiling now as she drops my wrist and tosses her arms around my neck.
I’m almost shaking with how close I came to nearly hitting her. Thank fuck she has good reflexes.
“Damn it, Lana, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” she says, grinning as she brushes her lips over mine. “At least I don’t have to worry about some other woman seducing you when I’m away.”
I groan, returning her kiss as my body continues to quake. “You’d never have to worry about that anyway. I told you I don’t love easily,” I murmur against her lips.
She kisses me harder, her fingers threading through my hair. Just as she starts grinding against me, my door swings open, and a feminine curse is spewed.
“Sorry!” Lisa’s voice is like a wet blanket over both our libidos.
“I’ll bet,” Lana grumbles, looking over her shoulder as I sigh and hold her to me. She doesn’t even make a move to get off me, which is fine by me.
“What?” I ask Lisa, who has the grace to look embarrassed.
“Really, I’m sorry. I didn’t know Lana was here.”
“So it’s okay for you to walk into my boyfriend’s room without knocking if I’m not here?” Lana asks her with an eerily cold tone.
I frown, looking at Lana’s face. It’s devoid of all emotion, and it’s as though she’s hiding the anger she’s feeling too easily. What the hell?
Lisa draws my attention when she rolls her shoulders back, a smirk coming over her lips.
Ah, hell.
“I guess old habits die hard, considering I used to walk into his room all the time. Sometimes we forget we’re not together anymore.”
Fucking immature bullshit.