RECKLESS IN INK (BOOK TWO)

B3/C7

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Logan

I closed my eyes as I could feel the wind through my fingers as I held my hand out the open window while my brother drove. We were heading up north to visit our parents, Razor was in the back seat as he had his head out the window. I hummed the song that was playing over the radio. It felt good to get away for a few days but I knew it wasn't going to be easy. 

I heard my phone ding but before I could open my eyes to see who it was James had it In his hand checking it. "Who is Hunter?" He asked me, looking from the road to me.

"Whiskey," I told him before I reached over and grabbed my phone from his hand. 

"His the club's doc right?" I nodded my head and typed back to Whiskey. 

"Yeah, he was a medic while he served," I tell James as I placed my phone in my lap.

"Hmm. Does he know?" 

I sighed as I looked out the window, watching us drive past trees and trees of fields. I was biting my lip before I spoke. "Yes, I told him… when Mitchell came to the clubhouse looking for me, Hunter was the one that found me." 

"I wish you would have told me sooner that the prick was here" 

"To be honest, I thought he would have left by now" 

"Yeah well, he hasn't and it's making me think he's up to something. Logan, he came to the clubhouse. How the hell did he know to look there? Or what house was yours? I just want you to be careful and if I have to ask Hawk to help then I will" James says, nodding my head in understanding. "You must like him if you told him, I'm not going to tell you, you can't date but I don't want you hurt and if you do I'll break his bones" I smiled softly, knowing he still thinks I'm a kid again.

About another hour of James driving, we had pulled into the long driveway. I hadn't been here since James was last home. I sighed when James came to a stop, he squeezed my hand knowing how stressed I got coming here. I got out of the truck, as James grabbed both the duffel bags Razor jumped out of the car and followed us towards the door where my mother was standing. "Oh sweetheart, I'm so glad your home" she greets James with a hug. 

"Good to be home mum," he says before walking inside to greet our dad. 

"Logan, come help me we have a lot to do," she says "oh and put him outside" she walks off towards the kitchen, I rolled my eyes as I tell Razor to follow me towards the back door. Once I had him outside I went into the kitchen, seeing my mother making a lot of food. "Finally, you can cut up there," she said, giving me carrots and potatoes. 

"Why are you cooking so much?" I asked her when I started cutting up the things she wanted.

"Because we have friends coming over for dinner, they should be here in an hour. So once you're done, I have laid out a nice dress upstairs in your room. I want you to look nice, their son is coming too." She says wiping her hands on a towel. 

"Mum…" 

"I don't want to hear it, Logan. You're 26 years old, it's time to settle down and start a family. Now finish those and get upstairs." She tells me. Biting my tongue I cut up what she wanted before putting them into a bowl and giving them to her. I don't know why I let her do that… I bypassed the living room where my brother and father sat watching a hockey game, I grabbed my duffel bag and walked up the stairs towards the room that I stay in while I stay here. 

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The dress that was on the bed was horrible, it was a poke-a-dot, below the knee, long sleeve dress. Something that I would never look at, at the store. I sighed putting the dress in the wardrobe and looked through mine, I knew that going against my mother's orders would be a disaster but I couldn't wear that. So I dressed in my black and white flower playsuit, with my white ankle converse. When I was already, I heard the doorbell ring, I finished up and I met my brother at the stairs. 

"Ready?" He asked me.

"As ready as I'll ever be" I sighed, James walked behind me with his hands on my shoulders as we walked down the stairs. My mother was greeting her friends, my father greeted them as well. "You remember my children James and Logan, Logan I thought I told you to dress nicely," my mother says, as my brother greets her friends.

"Mum she looks fine, stop stressing," James tells her before taking my side and wraps an arm around my shoulders. Our mother throws her arms up before walking off to the kitchen mumbling how I looked gross with the tattoos on my arms. I sighed, looking down. "Don't worry about her sis." 

I helped my mother place the plate onto the top as everyone sat around, I took a seat next to my brother as my father took a seat at the head of the table while the Mullens sat around the table as well. Their son Timothy was James' age and would soon be taking over his father's business, whatever it was since I tuned out on what it was. While we were eating, everyone was talking while I kept quiet keeping my eyes down on my plate until my brother told them that I was looking for someone to settle down with. 

"Mum… don't…" I whispered to her but she waved her hand at me. 

"Logan is a nurse at her local hospital. She's been looking for a while, you know to settle down, start a family. I think you two would be perfect for each other" my mother tells Timothy, as his mother agrees with her. 

I closed my eyes as I slammed my fork down, making everyone stop talking. When I finally opened my eyes, I tried to hold back the tears. "What don't you get mum? I don't want you to hook me up with anyone. You know I can't have fucking children, you've known for years yet you still push it under the rug as nothing happened. And I'm not a nurse, I'm a doctor."

"Logan that's all rubbish" she tries to laugh it off, pissing me so much my hands clenched into fists.

"How can you sit there and say what happened 8 years ago was rubbish? I was raped and left for fucking dead, for fuck sake!" I stood up and walked away with my mother calling after me.

"I don't see how you both can sit there and think that, you both saw the doctors report, you saw her go into multiple surgeries. Why do you push her to have a family when you know she can't have kids" I heard my brother tell them as I walked out the back door. I greeted Razor when he saw me, I wiped my tears away and took a seat on the steps outside, rubbing Razor's fur. After a few minutes, I heard my brother take a seat next to me as I lay my head on his shoulder. 

"Please don't make me go back inside, not yet," I whispered to him. 

"I'm not baby sis, just wanted to make sure you were okay," he tells me, kissing my head. I nodded my head and sighed. My parents never took my side since day one, they thought I was a trouble maker because I had tattoos...

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