Never Look Back (Redemption Hills 3)

Howling, he bent in two.

A second later, he rebounded and came rushing at Logan. The prick hit him at full force, wrapping his arms around his waist and knocking both of them to the ground.

Jarek had the upper hand, straddling him as he let his fists fly.

One.

Two.

Three hits landed on Logan’s face.

His jaw, his eye, his cheek.

Pain ruptured over his skin.

But Logan sensed it like fury.

Like a madness that would take him over.

He struggled to get his arms free where they were pinned under Jarek’s legs, while Jarek landed another hit to his temple. “Do you have any idea who you just fucked with, you stupid cunt? You’re dead.”

Logan got his right arm free and grabbed Jarek by the wrist before he could land his next blow.

Logan twisted.

Hard.

“I’m dead? I don’t think so, fucker.”

Jarek wailed, bending to Logan’s crushing fist. He slid off the side onto the ground, on his knees with his arm bent behind him.

Logan didn’t let go as he climbed to his feet.

Logan kept Jarek’s wrist at the harsh angle. Not quite hard enough to break it, but enough to feel like that was exactly what was happening.

Jarek tried to get loose, asshole sniveling when Logan tightened his hold, the words curling off his tongue in a rash of hot hatred. “I’m pretty sure that’s going to be you when Aster’s father finds out you tried to touch her before you’re married. That’s forbidden, isn’t it? He’ll have your balls strung up before he puts a bullet in your head, won’t he?”

It was the one fucking saving grace in the whole mess. That tiny spec of humanity Aster’s father possessed. It made Logan irate that once Aster was married, it gave this piece of shit the go ahead to do whatever the fuck he wanted with her.

Like some alliance gave this monster the right to touch on this beauty.

“She’s mine. Mine to do with what I please, and I’ll fuck her when I want.”

Logan couldn’t help it. Jarek’s wrist snapped.

He screamed in agony.

A guard shouted in the distance. “Jarek?”

Jarek raged as he stumbled to his feet, protecting his arm against his chest. “You’re dead.”

Aster laughed a maniacal sound. “And my father will kill you. Logan has become invaluable to him. To the family. See what happens if you touch him.”

She was reaching. Logan might have been an asset, but he didn’t hold the position Jarek did.

Still, hatred flared in Jarek’s eyes.

The guard suddenly broke through the foliage. It was a man named Toban who often accompanied Jarek when he visited the compound.