“Okay, Mama,” she replies happily, and I give her a shaky smile, my nerves shot before I climb out of the truck and meet Vincent near the hood, who raises a brow at me.
“Can you watch her for a second? I think this may be a blood bath,” I whisper to Vincent, and he winces, but understanding etches off him as he says, “Of course,” and I look at Aisling happily singing to the radio and hesitation hits me hard.
What if he knows Logan's mama?
What if he’s waiting to strike?
“I promise, I’ll protect her with my life,” Vincent says, seeing my hesitation, and I take a shuddered breath and nod before walking through the smaller part of the gate, before I change my mind, knowing I can’t think ill of all the people I’ve met.
He wouldn’t be at the club if he wasn’t trusted, and Logan wouldn’t have gotten him to watch his daughter if he was close to his mama.
Or at least I hope not anyhow.
On trembling legs, I walk over to the open side door of the garage while giving myself a pep talk, trying to think of what to say, of how to get him to talk to me so we can at least becivilized but I pause just shy of the door when I hear Logan say softly, “Thanks, I’ll make sure Jas gets them,” the rest muddled so I don’t understand what he’s saying and I frown in confusion before I look into the door and quickly swallow my gasp as I watch Chanel, the receptionist who always had her eyes on Logan every time we visited Granny wearing a small mini dress and strappy heels, throw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and his hands instantly go to her waist. The dress crinkles slightly under his touch with how hard he’s gripping her and a sob works its way up as their lips lock and I quickly move away from the door and turn around.
He's not mine anymore, he is not mine anymore,I remind myself on repeat as I rush over to the gate but that doesn’t stop the excruciating pain hitting me right in the chest.
Vincent looks at me, frowns, then looks back at the garage, and I just shake my head and choke, “I’m taking her to the park like I promised. You want to tell him then fine but I’m done being locked in that house.”
He looks me over before he nods his head and pushes off the hood of the truck and walks over to the club's SUV without arguing with me, and I quickly climb into Logan's truck, suddenly wishing I had my car.
Did he take her in this?
Did he get with her as soon as I left?
Is this why he hates me being in his home?
A few tears fall, and I quickly wipe them away as I lie to Aisling, “Daddy wasn’t there, but we can still go to the park.”
She cheers for the park, and I quickly start the truck and put it in reverse, promising myself that I’ll allow Logan to move on with Chanel, even if it hurts.
I just have to convince him that Aisling and I being in Huntingdon is best for everyone, including his relationship.
***
“Watch me, Vinnie!” Aisling shouts half an hour later, and Vincent grins at her nickname for him as he walks over to the jungle gym to watch as she attempts the monkey bars, and I smile slightly despite the pain I feel stabbing in my heart.
I feel lonely, so goddamn lonely, and I know I only have myself to blame, but I just, did I make the right choice?
Just as I think it, a figure sits down next to me, making me look to my right, and I tense, recognizing the dark brown eyes instantly and instantly, with the hate looking my way, I know I did.
“I told you not to come back,” the bitch sneers as another person sits down to my left, but I don’t look their way, even as a sharp object digs into my side making me flinch then tense, the feel of wetness instantly spreading as pain hits me, I keep eye contact with the woman who threatened to kill my baby.
“I never did introduce myself, did I?” she says more to herself then states, “My name is Sara Levine, and digging a knife into your side right now is Kate Clots, my son's future wife, and if you make one move, that precious little girl over there will have her throat slit!”
I side-eye where Aisling was, and I try not to breathe a sigh of relief seeing Vincent’s sole focus on her, no other person around her.
“As far as I see, it’s just you two here, so how exactly are you going to kill your own granddaughter?” I question Sara, looking her dead in the eye, and hers shift slightly.
Ah, she’s unsure of her decision right now, and by the looks of things, this plan wasn’t well planned out.
She has a granddaughter, someone she could dress up and love like her own, but she loves Kate, was that her name? Anyway, she loves her like a daughter, and she wants Logan.
Shame they both don’t realize he’s taken by someone else, someone he swore he didn’t even look twice at.
Were they together when we were?
Crap, I really didn’t want to go there with my thoughts.
