Toxic: Logan's Story (Torn #4)(51)

“And what would her normal type be?” Logan asked, his voice and body both tense.

“Oh, you know, the wild guys, the ones who like to have some fun. You look a little…stiff to me.”

Logan grinned. “I haven’t heard her complain yet, especially when I’m stiff.”

Bethaney busted out laughing behind me. She quickly covered it with a cough. My mouth was hanging open in shock. Logan wasn’t the type of guy to say things like that. He was usually laid-back, shy even.

A small smile tipped the corner of my mouth. He’s fighting for me.

Mikey’s nostrils flared in anger as he clenched his hands into fists. I expected him to hit Logan.

Instead, he took a deep breath and turned to me. “So, will you come see us on Friday night? I won’t tell anyone that you’re there, if that’s what you’re worried about. I know Ryan would love to see you before you leave again though.”

I hesitated. I did not want to go to that bar, but I really did want to see Ryan again. It’d been so long, and after Mikey telling me that the little shit had ended up in juvie, I felt the need to check on him. It’d been a long time since I’d even thought of him, and for that, I felt guilt trickling in over me. The kid had worshiped Mikey and me when he was younger.

“Alright, I’ll go. But no one needs to know I’m there. I’ll watch you guys and talk to Ryan, and then I’m leaving.”

Mikey grinned. “Ryan will love that, Jade.” He glanced down at his phone before turning his attention back to me. “I gotta go, but I’ll see you on Friday night.”

I nodded as he stepped forward and hugged me again.

“We still have a lot to talk about, Jade. I’ll see you Friday,” he whispered before pulling away.

Bethaney, Logan, and I watched in silence as Mikey disappeared through the doors. My stomach churned as I thought about what he might want to talk about. After all these years, I had nothing to say to him, but he obviously didn’t agree with me on that. Once he was out of sight, I glanced up at Logan. He was obviously pissed, but he was trying to hide it.

“Why did you agree to go watch them play, you idiot?” Bethaney finally asked.

“Because I’d really like to see Ryan. I loved that kid when he was younger.”

Beth snorted. “Yeah, well, he sure isn’t the same kid you left behind. I can promise you that.”

I opened my mouth to ask her what she’d meant by that.

Logan interrupted, “Let’s get out of here.”

We walked to the car in silence. I knew the minute we dropped off Beth, Logan would start asking me questions.



“You didn’t mention how much of a dick Mikey is,” Logan said as soon as my sister got out of the car.

I sighed. I’d known this was coming, but I didn’t really want to talk about Mikey. He was part of my past, a past I didn’t want to visit anytime soon. I just wanted to move on from here.

“He can be a dick. He can also be really nice. It depends on the day.”

“Today was obviously a dick day,” Logan said as he glanced over at me.

I snorted. “Yeah, I’ll say it was. No complaints when you’re stiff, huh? What the hell was that?”

He gave me a tiny grin. “What? He pissed me off. I didn’t mean to say it. It just slipped out.”

“It was stiff, but it slipped out? Sounds like you’ve got a real problem there,” I said as I tried not to laugh.

As soon as he realized what he’d said, he started chuckling. I followed quickly behind. Both of us were dying from laughing so hard. Every time we started to settle down, I’d think about it and lose it all over again.

“Oh my God! We’re idiots,” I said once I could speak again.

He grinned. “You’re the idiot who made me laugh.” His expression turned serious. “Look, I’m sorry for saying that to him. I honestly didn’t mean to. The way he kept looking at you pissed me off, and I didn’t think before I spoke. I knew he was baiting me, but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted him to know that you’re mine and mine alone.”

“Am I?” I asked.

He glanced over at me. “Well, yeah—at least, I thought you were. Am I wrong?”

I couldn’t keep the silly grin off my face. “I am. I just wanted to hear you say it. You’re kind of hot when you get all possessive and shit.”

“He reminds me of Drake—well, the way he used to be when I first met him. Mikey is cocky. The way he looked at you told me what he thought of you, and he thinks he can have you anytime he wants. When Drake looked at Chloe like that, I thought she knew better than to f*ck around with him, but I was wrong.”

I reached across the console and rested my hand on his thigh. “Mikey can’t have me. Even if I wasn’t with you, there’s no way I’d go back to that. He is cocky and possessive and bossy. I stopped dealing with his shit a long time ago.”

“Good. I don’t want to worry about him. I trust you, Jade. It’s hard as hell to trust someone again, but I do. Don’t f*ck me over. Please.”

Fucking Chloe was messing with his head again. I bit my lip to stop myself from saying something I’d regret later. I liked Chloe a lot. I honestly did. So, I kept my mouth shut. I wouldn’t be the friend who talked shit behind someone’s back just because I was angry.