Too Bad For Her Own Good

Chapter 22

It had been decided.

I was stepping in for Mason while he participated in the sex round.

I was participating in this madness.

The guys left about 4 minutes ago, and it's almost 4:00 in the afternoon. I've been sitting on the same spot on the couch for at least an hour.

The wall suddenly seems like a great spot to state at while I decipher the fact I'm in a gang.

I'd never gotten in trouble. Never shoplifted or smoked any sort of drug. I'd always waited my turn at the crosswalk, and even helped old ladies reach the top shelf at the grocery story. I'd done well abiding by the rules.

But now I'm in a gang.

Logans gang.

I was so zoned out in space that I didn't even see him enter the living room, or see him sit directly beside me on the couch. I barely felt it when he pulled me down to lay against him, one of my knees over his legs.

"Why, why are you..." I stumble over my words, but force myself not to fall. "Why, are you in a gang? D-did something happen? Do you guys kill or hurt pe-"

I bring my hands up in front of me, winding them together and playing with them to calm my nerves.

Logan sighs behind me, the familiar beat of his heart filling my ears.

"We haven't done anything like this in a long, long time." He mumbles

"Th-then, why are you, why now?" I ask, turning my head to look at him.

"Because I wasn't gonna let him take you away from me." He whispers, his words crossing paths in his speech, the end a jumbled and beautiful mess.

"Are you going to win?" I ask, knowing the answer is uncertain. However, I need to here him say the words.

"We've never lost." He runs a hand through my curls, untangling the knots with his long fingers.

"But, but that was when it was Mason. What, happens if we lose?" Sure, Logan and his usual team do seem rather undefeatable, but rearrange the well put together pieces of the game, and the winning title is up for grabs.

"Were not gonna lose. I'm not losing you." He says, his words firm as if it'd already the truth he's speaking. 

I just nod, allowing him to pull my shaking body further into him.

"Why did you..." I start, my words getting jumbled in my head.

"It was when my dad left, my mom and I were struggling. We didn't live here, we lived in Dentston, about an hour from here. We uh, didn't have much, any, money. So I started fighting, I found an underground place, the money was good, and well, so was I. I got mixed up with all the wrong people, and that's when I met Mason. He had been in the, business, for all while and well, showed me the ropes a bit. He helped me out, told me who not to mess with, helped me more then I can thank him for."

I just listen, my ears and my heart straining to hear the rest of what makes him, him.

"I was good, for a 14 year old."

"14?" I mumble, bringing my hand up to cover my mouth.

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry." I tell him, someone that young shouldn't have to deal with anything like that.

"It's okay. But, so Mason said I needed friends. That, I wouldn't survive in that world on my own. He didn't use the word then, but we both knew we were starting a gang. I didn't really know what it meant, or that it was illegal. I just knew I needed to keep fighting, and this was how to do it." He sighs, and I feel his chest let out a large exhale while I lay on top of it, his legs on either side of me.