Logan

94. Look At Me

*Aeron's POV*

"This isn't a good look for you, McTavish."

"Bohannon, thank you, I-"

"I'm not doing this for you. If you're going to work for me, you can't do shit like this." Bohannon's face was stern as he stood beside the guard opening the cell door.

"I really appreciate this."

Detective Bohannon nodded and led me along the trail out of the jail, and then stopped when we were outside. "Just promise me if you're serious, I won't be bailing you out again. I meant it when I said I was impressed with the way you handled the Koughlin case. Don't fuck it up."

He nodded again, before going to his car. I made my way down the streets, trying to remember the turn for Natalie's house. I would not be a welcome sight, my phone was back at the hotel charging...

I stopped at the record store before heading there, if I was going to show up again I'd better not show up empty handed.

I found a good pile for her collection before I headed to the desk, and heard a familiar voice.

"I'll be with you in a second." I made eye contact with Logan before he moved back into the office. A few seconds later he stepped behind the counter. "What do you want?" He said, while scanning the records.

"Just getting a few things for Natalie." His eyes shot up to me, a look of alarm in his eyes.

"What do you want with her?"

"I want her back."

Logan laughed, "I'm serious. Why are you here? What exactly are you going to accomplish by showing up? Nothing. Do you even know what it was like when you left? HELL!" A yell caused a couple of customers to look my way, but he put his hand up. He crouched closer, whispering this time. "Seriously, don't go there. Just leave again. You're good at that."

I grabbed his collar, "Listen to me you pretentious fuck, you don't know anything about me. I'm going to prove to Natalie that I can commit. Look at what's happened while I've been gone, I'm assuming you tried to move in after I left. Hmm, maybe she rejected you? Oh no," I laughed, "Someone else beat you to the punch, didn't they? Poor Logan doesn't get his Natalie."

Logan pushed my hand away, "You're going to have to do a lot more than threaten me. Now get out of my store before I call the cops."

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*Natalie's POV*

I stepped out of the shower when I heard a clatter in my room. I pulled my robe closed and grasped the baseball bat I'd brought in with me. I whispered, '1,2,3' to myself before pulling open the door to see Aeron holding a large brown paper bag. He had a few white bandages over his left eye, and he seemed to be favoring his left side as he moved a little closer to me.

I dropped the bat, "What the fuck are you doing in my room?"

Aeron's hands went up, "The front door was unlocked, so I let myself in."

A moment of silence passed between us as I realized what was happening. Rage and hurt bubbled in my chest, and my hand whipped across his face in a slap. The clash was so loud in the air, searing pain hitting my palm. "GET OUT!" I yelled, "Get out, right now!" I felt tears burning against my eyelids, threatening to fall. It took everything not to cry.

Aeron dropped the bag on my bed, and his hand shot up to guard himself, moving to his cheek, his eyes wide with shock. "Nat..." his voice was a soft whisper.