Logan hesitates, and my mind jumps to the only person who knew our location.
Damien.
Could he have betrayed us?
“Did… Damien tell Carmelo…?”
“No.” Logan clears his throat. “I did.”
“You…what?”
I stare at him in confusion. “How could you have done that? What the hell, Logan? Are you insane?”
“Simmer down.”
“Logan! Have you lost your mind?” I’m so angry that I feel tears bubble up in my eyes, and dash them away before Logan can see.
Too late—he does.
He glances in the rearview window. Aurora is asleep, Dolores is staring out the window in moody silence. I can tell she’s upset about having left all she owns behind.
“Unbutton your dress,” he mouths, and even though his voice can’t be heard above the engine, I have no doubt about what he’s said.
“No. You’re an asshole. You told Carmelo where we were! You’re fucking nuts!”
“Unbutton it,” he repeats, turning his eyes toward me, and I quake under his furious glare.
Swallowing nervously, I work the four buttons on the front of my dress, revealing my still reddened breasts. I know I should wear a bra, because my tits have gotten a lot fuller since I gave birth to Aurora, but I used to be flat as fuck, so I never did. And now, I can’t get used to it.
Clearly, it doesn’t bother Logan. He takes my left nipple between two fingers and… pinches.
“Ow,” I mouth just as quietly as he did, and another tear forms at the corner of my eye.
“That’s right, little crybaby,” he breathes, glancing back and forth between me and the road. “Are you gonna behave now?”
I nod hurriedly, and he lets go of my nipple. I’m about to button my dress up again, but he growls, “Leave it open.”
I roll my eyes, but do as he says. It’s a good thing the road is deserted, because my tits are really hanging out. I sink back into my seat, crossing my arms, feeling just as grumpy as Dolores does.
“Can I ask—very politely—why you gave our location to the man who wants me dead?”
He shakes his head, half in amusement, half in annoyance. “You can ask, I guess. Sure.”
“Well?”
“Didn’t say I’d answer.”
“Logan…”
“Fine.” He sighs. “I didn’t have a choice. Carmelo was holding a gun to Damien’s head.”
I bite down on my first retort—so what? I know how much Logan cares about Damien. I care about Logan, and that means I just have to accept it. The sadist from high school who once made me eat shit, or nearly, is also Logan’s only family. The guy who has been taking care of him since first grade. They’re the same age, but Logan always looked to Damien for his basic needs—for food, even.
I understand Logan’s loyalty, but I can’t help the bitterness that swells in my throat. I don’t say anything though.
“That doesn’t mean I didn’t have a plan,” he adds quickly. “I told him our location, and now, I’m getting you the hell out of there.”
“Right.” I managed to hold my tongue before, but now, I can’t help but lash out. “Not much of a plan, though, since youdon’t have anywhere to go.”