Chapter 6
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MASON
My brother was a d**k.
After we took our shots and went back to the reception, I knew Logan got inside Sam’s head. This was David and Malinda’s day, but it was Sam’s too. She got a mom. She didn’t need to feel guilty about that, which is what Logan did. He should’ve let it go.
We weren’t being replaced.
Seeing him make a beeline for Heather Jax now, I knew this wasn’t going to end well. His hand was on her arm. He was looking down at her with a cocky smirk on his face and a look in his eyes like he was too cool for her.
Heather didn’t get pulled in by Logan’s tricks, but as her eyes darkened in lust, it was going to happen. She moved in closer. Her lip curved up in a seductive expression. She sucked in her breath, pronouncing her chest out more, and Logan’s gaze fell down, right where she wanted it to be. He wet his lips, and their eyes met again. I saw the look passing between the two.
They both knew where the night was headed. That was when I stepped in. Clasping the back of Logan’s neck, I grinned down at Heather. She jumped back. Her cheeks flushed, and she blinked up at me for a moment.
“Sam’s dancing.” I gave them both a knowing look.
Guilt flared in her eyes, and she looked down. “Oh, yeah. I should go say hi.”
“Yeah.”
Logan stiffened under my hand.
Fuck it.
I was getting the vibe that my brother didn’t care what he was doing. He was going to have his fun with Sam’s best friend. There was no point in keeping quiet. “You two are going to f**k tonight.”
Logan remained under my hand and his nostrils flared, while Heather bit down on her lip and swung her gaze in Sam’s direction. Neither of them corrected me. She felt bad. Logan didn’t give a s**t.
“Jax,” I drew her gaze back to me again, “I’m going to violate my brother code right now.”
Logan sucked in his breath.
I didn’t care. “Logan wants to pound you. He always has, but he’s held back for a few reasons. Sam’s family. It would hurt her friendship with you. He doesn’t love you. You’re not the long-haul girl for him. And the last reason is Channing. However, my brother is not in the right frame of mind. He’s not thinking clearly, and he’s not caring about the consequences right now.”
“f**k off, Mason.” Logan ripped himself from my hold. “Who gave you the right to play god for us?”
“I don’t have the right, but this is going to hurt Sam.” I looked through the corner of my eye. Heather had stepped back from us. She was thinking, and she was seeing that I was right, but hell, she was in pain too. I saw it there. Channing hurt her.
I added to my brother, “You can’t hurt Sam and definitely not on this day.”
Logan expelled a ragged breath, and he raked a hand through his hair. His head tipped back, and he let out a, “Fuck.”
As if hearing him, even though I knew she couldn’t because of the deejay’s music, Sam turned in our direction. She wore a bright smile on her face, her eyes sparkling and her cheeks were red from laughing. She lifted a hand to wave at us, but saw our faces. It was like watching a sunset falling fast. The liveliness left her. The smile dimmed. Her eyes grew worried, and the redness turned pink as her hand dropped back to her side. Just like that, with one look at us, seeing the storm over all three of us, it was like we’d sucked the life from her.
I gritted my teeth. I said to Heather, “Go and make her happy.” I said to Logan, “You and me—we’re going for a drive.”
Heather started away but stopped at my words. “Um…”
I shook my head. “Tell Sam we’re going on a keg run. We’ll be back in a bit.”
“Okay. Yeah.” She frowned at Logan, but he wasn’t looking at her.
Everything I’d said earlier to Sam was still weighing on my mind. Sebastian was a problem. I needed my brother with me to deal with Sebastian, and Logan was half himself right now. He didn’t fight me, falling in line with me. Both of us weaved our way through the groups. As we got to the parking lot, some people yelled out our names. It was like high school again. Logan and I ignored them and went to my Escalade.
As we started to climb inside, a truck braked right next to us, and a window rolled down.
“Hey!”
Nate was grinning at us. He had on a dress shirt with the top unbuttoned, and his hair was spiked up.
Logan grunted out a short laugh. “You sure you left the fraternity, Nate? You’re only missing a crew sweatshirt for your neck. You’d be the image of Yale assholery.”
“Missed you too, Logan.” Nate rolled his eyes and gestured around the lot. “Let me park my baby, and I’ll hop in with you to wherever you’re going.”
I was about to decline, but he headed toward a parking spot. As he did, I glanced to Logan. “I’ll tell him—”
“Let him.” Logan shook his head, letting out a long sigh. He leaned back in his seat, his head falling to the backrest. “I’m the asshole. I’ll get my s**t together. I know what you were going to do, and we’ll talk. I promise. I’ll let you know what’s going on, but you’re right. I know you want my head in the game.” He rolled his eyes. “I’ve been an asshole almost all year, but we have Seb-ass-tian to deal with. Monson will have the latest updates on him. We need to hear what he has to say before heading back to the reception.”
I was slightly relieved. “Thank you.”
“I know. I know. Trust me. I want nothing more than to pound Seb-ass-tian’s head in, and it’s game time.” He grinned at me. “You have no idea how boring senior year was. No one to fight. No one to deal with. It was all too easy. Maybe I got bored. Maybe that’s the problem.”
He laughed to himself as Nate climbed into the backseat.
Logan remarked, “Maybe I need a war to get all my demons out.”
“What?” Nate was reaching to shut the door, but he heard Logan’s last statement and froze. “Huh?”
Logan said, “Nothing. You’d better have the latest and greatest on Seb-ass-tian.”
“I do.” Nate leaned forward as I eased out of the parking lot.
The Elite formed in a small crowd outside the door, but I didn’t think they would do anything against Sam while we were gone. Heather was there. It was Sam’s parents’ wedding and Mark was her stepbrother now.
Logan saw the group, too, and met my gaze. We were thinking the same thing.
I murmured, “She’ll be fine. Mark will step in if he has to.”
“He better.”
Nate was talking, but he stopped and looked between us. “What?”
“Nothing. Can you start over? I wasn’t listening,” I said.
“Yes.” He started as I drove away, “Sebastian was allowed to buy a house off campus, but their place is only a block away.”
Logan cursed. “Let me guess. All his roommates are the same douchebags from his fraternity house?”
“No.”
“No?” Logan’s eyebrows shot up. “That’s surprising.”
“Campus stepped in. They thought the same thing, so they set a rule in place that no more than five members of their fraternity could live in the same place. If they have more, they’re violating the rule and can be expelled. No clue if that’s legit or not, but if they want to be students there, I guess it’s allowed. They can have non-students live there or guys who weren’t members of the fraternity.”
“How many are in the house?” Logan questioned.
“They’re allowed three, and have two more guys who weren’t members of the fraternity.”
“Well,” Logan snorted, “that’s something.”
“They’re a block off campus?”
Nate nodded. “None of the members are allowed to live on campus unless they’re in the dorms.”
I knew the rules. I’d been there at the hearing when they were instated, but Sebastian had connections. He had money, too. Those rules could’ve been bent from last spring until now.
“Good,” I said. This was good. Cain U was enforcing their policies.
Logan was watching me. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking Sebastian is waiting for us to come back. He’s getting all his ducks in a row, and when we’re in place, he’ll start again.”
“You think?” Nate was looking between the two of us, his hands dangling over the sides of our seats. “So much damage has happened.”
Not to me. That was the bottom line.
I shook my head. “Sebastian wants to hurt me, and it hasn’t happened yet. He hit Marissa in the hit-and-run and when they jumped me, I hurt them more than they hurt me.”
Logan grunted. “Prick. Prick. Prick. He’s a super prick…in my asshole.”
Nate and I paused, glanced at Logan, and then skipped over that one.
I said, “Sebastian always gets his way. He pushes people around to do what he wants, and I didn’t do what he wanted. He wanted to control me, and I said no. Every time he’s tried to hurt me, it hasn’t worked.” I sighed. “I don’t want Sam to be a part of this. At all.”
Logan and Nate gazed at me.
Nate nodded, saying, “Fine with me.”
Logan frowned, narrowing his eyes. “She is a part of this.”
“Not this. Not this war. She’s out.”
“He’ll go after her anyway.”
“We can’t include her in this. That means all talk about Sebastian, anything we do against him—she can’t know about it. If she’s involved with anything, we’re giving him an excuse to hurt her. I know it sounds ridiculous, but if we separate her from this, he might not focus on her as much.” I was wishing, but I had to try something.
I gripped the steering wheel with white knuckles. My brother had no idea how dangerous this would be for her. “This will be her freshman year. I want her to have some semblance of a normal year. New friends, dorm room, feeling lost—that bullshit.”
A grin teased at the corners of Logan’s mouth. “Sometimes I forget how much of a softie you are inside. If that’s what you want, that’s what we’ll do, but first, can we stop at that liquor store? I really do want to get some booze.”
I pulled in and he went inside. The conversation was dropped, and when Logan came back with enough liquor for half the wedding, his whole attitude was gone. The rest of tonight was about having fun.
Tomorrow we were heading to Cain University.
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