Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
Sleepyhead - Jutes
I’ve called an emergency family meeting. And by that, I mean I’ve called me and Buffalo together. I demanded Logan get him after he picked me up off the floor. I didn’t care that he could hear the shakiness in my voice. Well, that’s not true. I cared. I cared a lot. So, I called an emergency family meeting and kicked Logan out of the bedroom.
And by kicked out, I mean I demanded he leave, and he stubbornly stood in the doorway.
So, here I am, on the bed with Buffalo, trying to ignore the hulking man staring at me from the doorway.
I just want to close out the world. The cops being at my place ruins everything.
Everything .
Now they will be looking for me. I can’t go home. I can never go home. Which means, where the hell will I go? Usually, when you fucking escape, you’re doing it with more than a highland cow and a stolen towel. Oh, and ideally, you have somewhere to go.
I squeeze my eyes shut. I want to block it all out. Fill my head with resin so the thoughts get trapped and can’t get to me. Nothing. I just want nothing .
My body is so exhausted after everything that I must fall asleep. When I wake, the light in the room is different. There’s a blanket pulled up over me, and I feel…comfy.
I stretch, working out the stiffness when I realize that I can stretch. My feet are untied.
I sit up straight, throwing the covers off. My feet are untied! I glance around. Logan is nowhere to be seen, and the trailer is pretty quiet.
‘He’s so dreamy.’ Buffalo sighs beside me.
“Dude, what the fuck?” I hiss lowly. “Now’s not the time. Where is he?”
‘Probably stroking his dick thinking about you.’
I grind my teeth together. “ He kidnapped us. He plans to kill us. Where is he?”
‘Maybe I’m ovulating. But, like, I’d let him.’
“You’re a boy. Boys don’t ovulate. And what the fuck?” I can’t believe him right now.
‘He left you a present.’
“What?” What if it’s a grenade? Surprise, you’re awake! Now you’re not. Oh fuck, that’s too messy. What if it’s poison? What if it’s a snake?
I don’t see anything until I wave my hand around. “What the he—“ and there, on my finger, is the fish ring.
‘So romantic.’ Buffalo’s voice has gone croony.
“What the fuck? No.” I rip the ring off and get down off the bed, realizing I’m still naked and yanking the sheet with me. “We need to focus on getting away. Not…whatever the fuck.”
And then I remember with sudden clarity that I have nowhere to go. I’m on the run. From the cops and from my captor. The panic deflates, and suddenly, I’m leaning back against the bed.
Buffalo doesn’t always need me to say anything to hear me. He’s really good at reading me.
‘Hey. It’ll be okay.’
I scrub my hands down my face. It won’t be okay though. How am I supposed to do anything when everything has been ripped away?
“You can borrow some of my clothes.”
I jump, yanking my hands away and seeing Logan in the doorframe. He nods at the closet. “Some shorts in there.”
I catch a whiff of his aftershave, and my dick must not realize this is a life-or-death situation 'cause it starts to perk up.
No. I hold the sheet to myself and move to the closet. I don’t really care what I pick, but I pick something and throw it on. Once I’m clothed, I fold my arms and face Logan.
“You untied me.”
“Astute observation.” He lifts an eyebrow. Immediately, it pisses me off. Does nothing ruffle this guy?
He looks at my hand. “Don’t like the fish one?”
“What?” I glance around the room and then remember the ring. “What? No, I—just let me go, man!”
He just shrugs. “Where you gonna go?”
“None of your business,” I fire back.
“Well, you can’t go home, and you can’t go to family. Cops will be so far up their asses they’ll see out of their mouths.”
I glare at him. “I know how cops work.”
He scoffs. “Then you know I’m right.”
I do. And that just pisses me off even more. I know—Ronan Carter getting pissed. Such a fucking plot twist.
“I’ll stay in a hotel.”
“With what money?”
“With the money you’ll be donating for traumatizing me and ruining my life.”
Logan shakes his head. “I didn’t do anything, Ronan.” He sees me start to sputter and holds up a hand. “Besides, remove you from your apartment. You know, the place the cops stormed. The place where you would have been arrested. You’re welcome.”
“And you drugged me!” I’m almost shouting now.
Logan laughs, looking at the floor, and I can see the freckles on his eyelids. “I did.”
“And,” I’m sputtering, “made me jack you off!”
Logan’s smile drops. “Made you?”
“Yes,” I spit back.
“I told you I’d move if you jacked me off. You could have just sat there.” He’s staring at me intensely.
I rack through my memories. He definitely made me. Right?? Fuck, now he has me questioning my own memories.
I frown, turning away from him. I’m over this. I’m so fucking over this, and I’m so fucking tired. I’m so tired, and I have nowhere to go. “Just leave me alone.”
To my utter surprise, Logan does. I hear him walk down the hallway to the kitchen.
I feel the fatigue heavy in my limbs. I’m just so fucking over it. I should run, but where would I go? He’s right. I have nowhere to go. If I don’t have a warrant yet, I’m sure they’re in the process, which means that Logan’s house might be the safest place on the planet for me. What a mind fuck that is.