He lets his head roll back onto his shoulders in relief. “Thank god. No more pretending to tolerate these dense ass discs.”
“They do taste horrible,” I agree.
He throws his hands out. “I followed the recipe! I swear!”
I cross my arms, the mood between us lightening a fraction. “Followed the recipe, huh? Don't add so much flour next time.”
He cracks a smile before sighing deeply. “I’m sorry, A. I know this is all confusing…”
“I’m pissed,” I shrug. “But not at you. Well, I'm a little mad at you. Did you have todrugme?”
“Would you have come willingly?” He asks with a raised brow.
“Nope.”
He levels me with a look. “All I know is Dad told me to get you out here no matter what. Our parents are expecting us at the main house once you’ve settled down.”
I rub my hands along the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes. “Things can't get worse, can they?”
As if my prayers are being answered from the big man upstairs, a car door slams outside, and Logan’s head whips up.He stares at the front door, his eyes narrowing.
“Go to my room and lock the door, A.”
I glance toward the living room, taking in the bright headlights illuminating the windows. “Who is it?”
“Go to my room, Addison. Don't come out until I tell you to.”
My eyes never leave the windows. Even when my cousin pushes past me and braces his hand on the front door’s handle.
“Logan?”
“Go, Addison! Now!” He shouts as he yanks the handle. The door is barely open before a large body barrels into my cousin, knocking him to the floor with a rough thud.
I gasp, my eyes adjusting to the man straddling my cousin. He cocks his fist back, and as the kitchen’s dim lights illuminate a familiar, sharp jaw lined with stubble, my excitement is short-lived as Rowan delivers a punishing blow right to my cousin’s nose.
Logan’s head rocks back with the force, hitting the floor beneath him before he sweeps his leg under Rowan’s and switches their position. In the doorway of the cabin, both men struggle to fight each other off. Even though he’s now in the most vulnerable position, Rowan grits his teeth as his fist collides with my cousin’s jaw harshly. The sickening slap of skin against skin shunts me back to reality, and I pick my jaw up as I stalk over to them.
“Get off of him, Logan!” I shout, but it’s lost on them as they grapple with each other.
“I’m going to fucking kill you!” My cousin promises as he winces against the pain. Blood drips from his nose, but he gets his big hands around my boyfriend’s neck before squeezing.
Rowan’s lips pull over his teeth before he rasps, “Not before I make you fuckingbleed, Hughes.”
I know Rowan can hold his own, but that doesn't stop my panic. I shake my hands, forcing myself to think ofsomething!
The gun cabinet!
I b-line straight for the bedroom before yanking the wooden closet open. I grab a shotgun, my hands shaking as I carry it back out to the living room.
I lift the barrel, the sharp sound of me cocking the gun fills the room as both men stop. Logan’s head shoots up as his eyes connect with the dark barrel aimed at his face.
“Getoffof him!” I shout with authority.
My cousin breathes deeply, his wide chest rising and falling as betrayal cracks across his features. “A…”
“I said to getoffof him!” I bark.
Logan slowly rises to his feet, holding his hands up as he steps back. “Put the gun down, Addie.”
