“You’re so moody today. Just tell me where it is. I need to get to my internship. Did you park it someplace weird because you’re mad at me? You’re so funny.” He fake laughed. His internship was off campus, and he had it all year. It was the main reason he needed a car.
“Logan it’s my car, not your car,” I said slowly.
“What are you talking about? It’s my car, you just paid for it.” He frowned as if what I said made no sense.
“My name is on the registration. It’s legally my car. If you would like to pay me for it, I might consider selling it to you, but you would need to pay me in full, for the cost of the car, the amount of the insurance I’ve been paying for you this whole time, and the parking permit,” I started, knowing he probably wouldn’t do it even if he had the money. But I felt like offering was the right thing to do.
He made a face. “There’s only a couple months of school left. Why would I buy a car now? Now tell me where the car is and give me the keys or I’ll report it as stolen,” Logan threatened, scowling at me.
“Oh, please report it as stolen, that'll be really funny,” Leigh laughed.
He glared at her. “No one was talking to you.”
“No one was talking to you either, yet here you are,” Leigh retorted.
“It’s not your car. Why don’t you ask Mommy to buy you something.” I sighed heavily, willing him to leave.
“You know, there was no reason to be rude to her, and there was even less reason to make that post. You’re embarrassing her. She’s gonna be your mother-in-law you know.” He made his charming face. The one that used to make me melt but now made me want to punch him in the nose.
“Are you delusional? I broke up with you. She harassed me for a week. Not to mention you’re getting back together with your ex and lied about what doctorate program you chose. So yeah, you need to leave.” My voice went hard.
“Did she tell you that? Oh, she’s such a jokester.” He gave another fake laugh. “Just give me the keys and I’ll be out of your way. You’ve got lab soon right?” There were threatening notes in his voice.
“She said to leave,” Pika growled, taking a step toward him. My cousin could beat Logan up.
And Logan knew it.
“Really? You’re gonna be like this?” Logan scoffed. “Unbelievable. After all I’ve done for you. Don’t come crying to me when you get arrested for grand theft auto. Also, you need to apologize to Drea. You made her cry.” He stormed off.
“I want to punch him,” Pika said.
“Me, too,” I replied, no longer interested in my sandwich.
“The audacity of that alpha.” Leigh rolled her eyes. “Do you think he’ll really report you to the police for stealing his car?”
“I don’t know. But I have everything. I parked in the usual parking lot, too. He probably walked past it a million times and didn’t notice because it’s now purple.” I looked at Pika. “You all did such a great job.”
“Thanks, Cousin.” Pika grinned. “I’ll walk you both to lab just to make sure he doesn’t cause you any problems.”
“Thanks. Did Auntie put you up to this?” I finished my ice coffee.
“Any time, and yes.” Pika nodded.
“I’m sending this video to campus affairs. It’s harassment. If you need me to help you file a restraining order, I’ll go with you to the campus legal center afterlab,” Leigh added. “You’re an omega, it should be pretty quick.”
“Thank you,” I replied. “If he doesn’t stop, I just might.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ashton
The crowd in Panther Center counted down with the clock, every second feeling like a lifetime as I watched my teammates try to score. This had been a rough game. The Panther’s fans had been hostile, the players had been fierce, and the ref’s calls always seemed to be in the Panther’s favor. Steven had ended up in the penalty box.
We were behind 2-3.
The buzzer sounded. “And the Puck Panthers win 3-2.”
On the ice the Panthers cheered and celebrated, while my teammates came back to the bench, some defeated, some angry, others optimistic. We headed into the locker room to shower and change. We’d fly back to Nashville tonight.
