Free Sweet Jayne by K Webster Page B

of the way. Logan, somehow seems to seethe with unleashed fury. Having Donovan on his turf is too close for comfort.
    Donovan manages to swing a fist at Logan but he’s not quick enough. Logan ducks out of the way and shoves Donovan from him. He grunts, quickly facing Logan again and charges. “You can’t marry her because she’s mine!”
    Logan snarls and his fist connects with Donovan’s jaw, a loud crack echoing in the room. I should help Donovan but I’m not about to get in the middle of two furious storms raging against each other. “She’s a grown-ass woman now and certainly not yours anymore, so get the fuck over it!”
    Donovan charges again and his shoulder impacts Logan’s chest. He tackles him hard against the wall, sending Logan’s back smashing through the Sheetrock.
    “You were one of my best friends!” Donovan snarls. “You knew she was off limits. I had to find out about this on the goddamned news.”
    Logan manages to swing a fist at Donovan who narrowly ducks out of the way. More Sheetrock explodes, this time at Logan’s hand.
    “I’m still your friend, asshole,” Logan spits and cracks his knuckles. “But you need to get the fuck off my property and calm your ass down before I have my boys bring you in.”
    Donovan runs his fingers through his always gelled-to-perfection hair, messing it up completely. I’ve never seen him so furious. Not like this. Sure, he’s had moments where his powerful exterior falls away and reveals a vulnerable man. But it doesn’t happen often. Unfortunately, it only happens when it concerns me.
    I’m Donovan’s weakness.
    The very sword he’d impale himself on if it came to it.
    “I want to talk to Nadia alone,” Donovan hisses, his eyes flitting over to me. Assessing me. Washing over me. Checking to make sure I’m okay. It’s the way Donovan is. He protects and takes care of what belongs to him. Always and without fail.
    “Not going to fucking happen,” Logan snaps. “Not when you’re so pissed off.”
    Donovan screams again and launches himself at Logan. They crash down the hallway past the basement door through the entryway to my bedroom. The door is nearly ripped from its hinges and they both fall into the room with a grunt. I hurry after them to make sure they aren’t killing each other.
    Logan manages to straddle Donovan and back hand him. But Donovan’s a big boy and he shoves Logan away. He yanks a gun from the back of his pants and points it at Logan, his chest heaving with intent—intent to kill—and I cry out as I rush him. If he kills Logan, he kills me. My heart will cease to beat.
    “No!” I shriek and tackle him onto my bed, knocking the gun from his hand onto the floor. We’re a tangled mess of limbs and his arms instinctively wrap around my back.
    “Oh, God,” he grunts, his breath coming out in labored breaths. “How did this happen? How did you fall for him ?”
    I hear a familiar click of metal and I stiffen in Donovan’s arms.
    “Let her go and get the fuck out of my house.” Logan’s voice is low and scathing.
    Donovan grips me harder but I struggle and squirm until I’m out of his arms. My eyes dart all around as I take in the scene before me. Donovan, the big, strong powerful man on his back, stares up at me from the bed, betrayal marring his features. And Logan stands over him pointing his dropped gun at his face.
    “This isn’t over,” Donovan snaps and scrambles to his feet. He storms over to me and quickly hugs me once more before he stalks out of the house. The front door slams as he leaves and my weak heart goes with him.
    Logan strides over to me and uses the barrel of Donovan’s gun to lift my chin. My eyes lock with the monstrous ones I’d been so good at containing. His beast is running wild and free. And it’s starving. Starving for me.
    “You’re in so much fucking trouble, bad girl.”

 
    Y esterday, I lost control. I’d had the bitch in my grasp and I fucking lost it. I nearly kissed her