I hear footsteps approaching and I glance over my shoulder to find two men making their way towards us. One is older, tall and well-built, maybe an old friend of Amy’s dad. The other… wellfuck me.
He’s one of Donovan’s guys. I remember seeing him at the warehouse a couple of weeks back.
What is he doing here?
He looks a little like the older guy he’s with, probably his dad. He looks to be around Amy’s age, If not a little older. He’s blonde and seems like a total dipshit.
“Graham,” Amy greets with a smile, walking over to the older man and wrapping her arms around him.
“Hey there, kiddo.” He hugs her back, resting his chin on the top of her head.
She pulls away and I tense up when she turns to the younger one, giving him a hug too.
What the fuck?
Dipshit’s arms band around her, and the way he’s holding her a little too tight, turning his head into her hair has jealousy searing through me.
She lets go and steps towards me. “Logan, this is Graham, my dad’s oldest friend and his son, David. Guys, this is Logan, he’s helping me fix up the GTO.”
David’s eyes lock onto mine and I see the flash of recognition cross his face. Well, this just got interesting. I wonder what would happen if I were to tell Graham that his son had a hand in his best friend’s murder?
“Pleasure to meet you Logan, that’s quite the job you got there,” Graham says, holding out his hand, and I take it.
“It’ll be worth it in the end. The car’s important to Amy, and I wanna do anything I can to help.”
“That’s good of you,” David pipes up, his gaze flicking to me. His eyes narrow as he takes me in, sizing me up like he’s trying to figure me out. He steps closer to Amy and places a hand on the small of her back. “You know I can help anytime you need, all you have to do is ask,” he offers her.
There’s something totally off about this David guy, I can sense it. He can’t seem to take his eyes off Amy. They’re soft as they take her in, but there’s a hint of something in the way he looks at her that I can’t quite put my finger on.
“I got it under control, thanks though,” I say, and he shoots me a hostile look and just like that, lines have been drawn. Me on one side, him on the other, and Amy straddling that line, though I’m gonna make damn sure she ends up on my side.
I can feel the tension sizzling between us. He wants Amy, I just know it, and he thinks I’m a threat. And he’s dead right. I’m not gonna let this little twerp move in on Amy. He’s bad news and a total prick by the looks of him.
“Amy,” he steps even closer to her, clearing his throat, “I’m so sorry about your dad. I um… I never got a chance to speak to you, to apologise for missing the funeral, but I just wanted you to know. Your dad was a great guy, and he’d be proud of you. I know how hard it is to lose a parent, and if you ever need anything, you come tome.”
If only she knew exactly who you were, who you're involved with...
“Um… thank you, David.” Amy looks uncomfortable with his close proximity, and my fists clench, my jaw tightening. I want to rip his fucking hands off her body and drive my fist into his face.
As if reading my thoughts, David’s eyes flick up to mine in a silent warning for me to stay away, but I’ve got news for him, that’ll never fucking happen.
Who the fuck is he to touch her anyway? She’s not his. Sure, she’s not mine either but it still royally pisses me off.
“We’re gonna head inside and say hi to your mom. See you later, Kiddo,” Graham says with a smile before turning to me. “It was good to meet you, Logan.”
“You too, Sir,” I reply, giving him a polite nod.
“I’ll see you later, Amy.” David smiles at her and gives me another hard look before following his father into the house.
Prick.
I shake my head and turn my attention back to the car. “He wants you,” I say without taking my eyes away from the car.
“Huh?”
“That little blonde dipshit, David. He wants to fuck you,” I clarify.
“What? No way.”
