My arms flay, trying to kick her as I am dragged away.
“You fucking bitch. Always thinking you are better than me,” Val screams.
Is she for real? Then I snap, letting go of all the frustration.
“I am fucking better than you, you bitch. I earn my money the right way, not the way that could kill someone. I do not know who you are anymore,” I fire back.
My body feels heavy after my rant, added to the hits she got in. I feel the blood on my lip, but leave it, sighing as the fight leaves me.
“Cool it, baby.” I hear Logan as he holds her to his body.
Just like he used to.
So he is back with her.
My body goes stiff seeing it, but also hearing the familiar way he used to talk to her.
My chest goes tight the second I see them. My nose stings, and my throat thickens with everything I don’t want to feel. We are nothing, so it is stupid that I am feeling like this. She told me this would happen, and she was right—he came back for her.
That coffee date wasn’t real. It was just a need to him, or a chance to pry into Val for his club.
Men suck.
“Oh, fuck off, Logan.” Val struggles against Logan’s hold.
“Are you going to attack her again?” he asks her, and she shakes her head.
“Let me go,” she snaps.
“Someone had better tell me what the fuck is going on here?” The older guy’s voice is sharp, leaving no room for argument. I see the president patch on his cut, and sigh again.
“I do not answer to you. You can all leave my property and take this cunt with you.” I wince hearing someone I once considered a sister calling me that word.
My heart hurts for what we once were, and now we are done, complete strangers.
A large, tattooed arm slides around my shoulders, and the weight of it settles me. I lean into him without thinking. He seems safe, not that I am a good judge of character if my recent actions speak for me
All I want now is to go home and sink into a hot bath.
“Why were you here, Stevie? You said you and Val were done. Or was that just a lie?”
I can’t even form a response. I just stare at him, disbelief hollowing me out. He’s accusing me—me—when he’s the one who played me for information.
Fine. Screw him.
His brow creases, his mouth flattening with something that looks like regret, but it’s too late. My shoulders drop. She can have him. Whatever hold she has on him clearly never broke.
“Ohh, this is good. Is my ex-bestie trying to get my sloppy seconds? You do know that she pined after you in high school, right? She hated that I got to have you first.”
My hurt turns to anger and humiliation at hearing her out my crush on him.
“Shut up,” I scream, my body shaking with anger, which makes her laugh harder.
Pulling from the guy holding me, I mutter a thanks, and walk toward my car, leaving them to all do what they want to do; this does not involve me. My cheeks burn with humiliation, and my steps quicken out of anger.
“Stevie.” I hear Logan calling my name, mixed with Val’s laughter.
The sound makes me want to puke, but I breathe in deep and rush my steps. Reaching my car, I unlock it and climb in, but he stops me from closing the door.