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“Keep your eyes
open,” he commanded, and I stared up at him as his hardness pleasured me to my very
core. He increased his pace, and before I knew it, he was slamming into me with
no control, I could feel his balls slapping onto me as he took me without
abandon. He held onto my legs and I felt his body shuddering as he came close
to climaxing. I could see the sweat rolling down his chest and I wanted to lick
it off of him.

“Oh fuck, I’m
going to come.” His voice was hoarse as he pulled out. I felt the warmth of his
climax on my lower belly.

“You didn’t have
to pull out, I told you already I’m the pill,” I moaned as he collapsed next to
me on the bed.

“
Shhh
.” He looked at me unseeing and took a deep breath. I
felt his fingers in my hair and he combed through it softly. “You’ve got
beautiful hair.”

“Thank you,” I
said softly and curled into him.

“You’re a fool,
Maddie Wright,” he whispered, and I wondered how he had read my mind.

“You’re a fool
too, Logan
Martelli
,” I whispered into his chest, but
he was silent. We lay there for a few minutes, and I felt him shift beside me.
He rolled me over onto my back again and lifted my arms above my head. His grip
was tight on my arms as he straddled me. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. I
looked up at him in confusion. He was no longer smiling and I stared up at him,
with my heart thudding in fear. What was going on?

“Tell me why Joey
sent you to track me down.” He looked down at me with hard eyes. “Tell me why
he sent you to fuck me. What does he want from me? And what does he have on you,
to turn you into some sort of slut?”

I stared up at him
in wide eyes, unsure of what to say. I’d never seen anyone so calm and
controlled with such murderous eyes before. I swallowed hard and as I gazed up
at him. I had no idea what I was going to say. There was no way I could tell
him the truth.

Chapter 5

Logan

I stared down at
Maddie’s face furiously. Just when I had been willing to give her the benefit
of the doubt, she had mentioned Joey. I felt murderous inside when she
mentioned his name. Joey Kennedy was a snake, and as far as I was concerned, so
was anyone who had dealings with him. I laughed bitterly as I stared down into
Maddie’s wide eyes. To think, I had almost felt guilty that I was going to fuck
her in her father’s bedroom as some sort of perverse revenge. For all I knew,
she wanted this to happen. For all I knew, she had cameras taping the whole
thing.

“Tell me what Joey
wanted you to do,” I growled down at her, trying to ignore the feelings of lust
that filled me as I stared down at her body. Her eyes looked up at me unsure,
and their purple hues called out to me like the siren that she was. I should
have known not to trust her. She was too confident and too vulnerable, all at
the same time. She was evil, just like her father. She wanted something from
me, and I needed to find out what. “What’s the game plan, Maddie?” I felt her
try to move her arms and I laughed down at her. “You can’t move. Trust me on
that.”

“I don’t
understand what you want me to say, Logan.” She bit her lower lip, and I saw
the worry in her eyes. And there was something else there, apprehension, and
fear. There was a real fear in her eyes, and as I realized that I was the one who
had put it there, I let go of her and moved away, jumping off the bed. I didn’t
mess around with women, and I didn’t harm them. I had never harmed a woman, and
I wouldn’t start now. I reached down and grabbed my boxer shorts and pulled
them on quickly.

“What’s going on?”
She sat up, confused. “Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving. I
never should have come here.” I shook my head. “It was a mistake.”

“You’re really
confusing me, Logan. Why did you come here?” She stood up and I stared at her
breasts, forcing myself to keep my hands to myself.

“I don’t know.” I
shook my head and looked away from her. If I couldn’t stop staring at her, I
was going to bend her over the bed and fuck her again. But only after she
begged me. I grinned to myself, there was something about hearing a woman beg
me to fuck her that turned me on.

“You mentioned my
dad.” She frowned. “Do you know my dad?” She looked at me carefully. “Are you
mad at me because of my dad?” She licked her delicious, juicy lips, and I stood
still. “You got mad after I mentioned my dad was the mayor. And you said you
wanted to speak to him when you got here.” She paused. “And you wanted to sleep
with me in this room.”

I stared at her,
unspeaking. To be honest, I was surprised it had taken her this long to connect
the dots.

“And you said, ‘What
would your dad say if he saw us fucking on his bed?’”

“I don’t believe I
ever used those exact words.” I smiled at her and she glared at me.

“What sort of sick
fuck are you, Logan
Martelli
?” She shuddered and
grabbed her shorts and top and pulled them on.

“You didn’t have
any problems with me earlier.”

“I didn’t realize
you were sick in the head.” She shook her head. “I just thought you were
misunderstood.”

“Misunderstood?” I
burst out laughing. “You thought I was
misunderstood
?”

“I thought that
maybe you weren’t as bad as everyone said.” She frowned and shook her head
violently. “I’m a fool.”

“Did you think you
were the good girl who was going to fix the misunderstood bad boy?” I took her
in and realized I was right. “So what did Joey have to do with it?”

“What the fuck are
you talking about?” she screamed at me, and I stepped back in surprise. “Do you
think everyone is after you? You’re the big, bad wolf and everyone is tracking
you down, is that it? My dad, Joey, me, fuck, everyone in River Valley is
obsessed with you?”

“I never said your
dad was after me.” I walked over to her, and she pulled away from me, her eyes
shooting darts at me.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Really?” I cocked
my head and moved closer to her but stopped before our bodies were touching.

“Really.” Her body
trembled as she stared at me defiantly. “You’re a fucking psycho.”

“I’m the psycho?”
I laughed at her. “Is that a joke?”

“I thought you
were leaving.” She lifted her chin up at me.

“I changed my
mind.”

“Don’t stay on my
behalf.”

“I feel like
seconds.” I dropped my eyes to her breasts and back up to her eyes slowly.
“Only this time I want you on top.”

“You wish.” Her
voice trembled as she spoke.

“I think
you
wish.” I stepped closer and pulled
her towards me hungrily as I lowered my lips to hers softly, kissing her
tenderly. Her lips were unmoving at first, but then I felt her hands in my hair,
and I groaned and ran my hands up and down her back. I was mesmerized by this
girl, this girl I wanted to hate. But she had flipped the switch on me, and I
had been so scared that she was going to tell me to leave and never come back.
I made to push her back on the bed and she shook her head.

“Not in here.” She
stared into my eyes, and I nodded. She held my hand and guided me back to her
bedroom. I felt my pocket vibrating and I reached in and grabbed my phone.
Vincent’s name was flashing up at me and I felt a pang of guilt.

“I have to go.” I
stopped at her doorway. “I have to get my brother’s car back.”

“Your brother’s
car?” She raised an eyebrow and looked at me in disbelief. “The Toyota is your
brother’s car now?”

“No, smartass.” I
smiled at her, trying not to laugh while loving how she made me feel light. “My
brother Vincent has a Mustang, that he bought.” I added in and she grinned back
at me. “And I think he’s pissed that I have it.”

“You’re telling me
that a
Martelli
brother is pissed that his car has
been borrowed?”

“
Sshhhh
.” I laughed. “Ironic, I know.”

“Will I see you
again?” Her voice was unsure. I sighed. She looked so lovely standing there in
front of me. I took in her long, dark hair, slightly swollen lips, and the
curve of her breasts, and I felt a stirring of something that wasn’t lust fill
me.

“I don’t know if
that’s a good idea.”

“Because you hate
my father?” She looked up at me unhappily.

“Yeah.” I stared
at her. “I do hate your father. And let’s be real, he’s not going to be
delighted to find out you’re dating me.”

“Why do you hate
him?” Her voice was soft. “He’s a good man.”

“Let’s just agree
to disagree about that.” I shook my head and looked around me. I looked up and
saw that she was staring at the scar on my body, and I could see the question
in her eyes. “You can thank your father for this scar.”

“My father did
this to you?” She gasped in shock and her hand flew to her mouth.

“You could say
that.” I stared past her into the room and remembered the night my father had
stabbed me. I had been sixteen and I was still heartbroken from my mother’s
death. I was also annoyed at our monthly trips to Manor Road. I had questioned
my father as we had sat outside, staring at the mayor’s house and he had
grabbed his knife and lunged at me. I might have died if Vincent and Jared
hadn’t pulled him off of me. I could still remember the fear and the darting
pain as the knife slid down my abdomen, slicing my skin. The pain was
excruciating, and as the blood gushed out and my dad realized what he had done,
he started crying. And we all sat there in silence, watching the mayor’s house
for another hour before my dad took me to the hospital. He had sat in the car,
while Vincent and Jared walked into the emergency room with me. We said I had
tripped while holding a knife. The doctors knew it was a lie, but they didn’t
ask me what the real story was. I suppose they didn’t care. We had never spoken
about that night again, and I never told my father that I didn’t want to go to
the mayor’s house again.

My father was
consumed by his hatred of Mayor Wright, and it somehow made him feel better
when he took us there and told us the stories about his past. Stories that I
hadn’t heard in a few years. My father didn’t bother coming out to Manor Road
anymore; the alcohol controlled every part of his body and he didn’t care about
anything else now. He was never really lucid enough to think about anything
other than his next beer.

“Will you tell me
why, Logan?” Maddie’s voice interrupted my thoughts and I looked up at her,
trying not to let her see the pain in my eyes.

“It’s not your
problem.” I stepped back. “I really do have to go now.”

“Do you like me,
Logan?”

“I don’t know
you.”

“From what you
know about me, do you like me?”

I stood there for
a moment, not sure why she was asking me if I liked her. Was this some sort of
trap? “I honestly don’t know.” Which was a bit of a lie. I did know. I did like
her. I was drawn to her, I felt alive around her. I felt like someone other
than Logan
Martelli
: criminal, brother, son around
her.

“Will you be
friends with me?” she asked hopefully. I looked at her in confusion.

“Did you just ask
me to be your friend?”

“Yeah,” she
nodded. “I know you don’t know me and you don’t trust me, but maybe we can
change that.”

“I don’t need any
more friends.”

“You have more
than one?”

“Funny.” I stared
at her with my heart beating rapidly. This was a bad idea to be entertaining,
but I didn’t want to just walk away. “Do you mean friends with benefits?”

“No.” She shook
her head.

“What if I want
friends with benefits?”

“I don’t sleep
with someone who doesn’t trust me.”

“What?” I gaped at
her. “You’ve already slept with me on two occasions.”

“I didn’t know you
didn’t trust me then.” She shrugged. “Now I do.”

“I thought we were
fated for each other?” I murmured. “I thought you wanted to feel me inside of
you.”

“I did, and now I
have. And maybe both feelings have changed.”

“Both feelings
have changed already?” My voice rose. “Fickle, aren’t we?”

“You know us rich
girls.” She winked at me, and I attempted a smile at her joke. I ignored the
surge of anger that welled in me at her words. How could she go from hot to
cold so quickly?

“No, not really.”
I felt like punching the wall. “So you want to be friends?”

“That seems like
it would be best, right?” She looked away quickly. “You don’t do relationships,
and I don’t sleep with guys who can’t stand me or my family and won’t tell me
why.”

“So you’ll just
find another guy to fuck, huh?” I glared at her, jealousy seeping into my
voice. “I thought you weren’t easy?”

“Give it a rest,
Logan.” She sighed. “You can’t have it both ways.”

“Whatever.” I
didn’t need this shit. “I’m going.”

“See
ya
.” She walked into her room. “Close the front door on
your way out,” she called out to me.

“Fine.” I glared
at no one and ran down the stairs, pissed. I slammed the door as I left the
house. The sun was rising and I ran to the car as annoyed as I had been when I
had arrived a few hours earlier. What the fuck was Maddie playing at? Was this
some sort of sick joke? I didn’t understand girls and had never cared before.
They were good for a night or two, but I had bigger worries than their
feelings. And a girl had never gotten under my skin like Maddie had. I turned
the ignition and pulled out of Manor Road as quickly as possible.

“I’m coming!” I
yelled into the phone as Vincent called me again.

“Dude, I
gotta
go to take my exam soon.” Vincent sounded annoyed.

“I forgot. I’ll be
back in fifteen minutes.” I threw my phone on the passenger seat, and raced
down the streets, not caring if a cop was waiting to pull me over for speeding.
I sped home as if I was at the Indy 500, and when I pulled into the driveway, I
was more upset than when I had left.

I ran up the
stairs and to Vincent’s room and pushed his door open. “Here are your keys.” I
threw them at him as he lay there in bed. He just stared at me with a worried
expression. “Good luck with the test.”

“Thanks.” He
nodded, and I left his room wordlessly. I ran into the bathroom and locked the
door before turning on the shower. “Fuck you, Maddie Wright,” I cursed her
under my breath. “Friends.” I rubbed the shampoo into my hair and closed my
eyes. I needed to feel like I was in control or I was going to lose it. I stood
there for a few minutes, letting the hot water beat down on me, and then
stepped out of the shower calmly. I had bigger problems than Maddie Wright. I
needed to come up with rent money in a little over a week or I knew we were
going to get evicted. I walked to my room and sat on my bed, waiting for an
answer to come to me. Praying that somehow I could figure it out. I’d always
been able to figure it out before.

“Hey, Logan.”
Jared knocked on the door and walked in. “Sorry about last night.”

“Don’t worry about
it.”

“I wanted to give
you this.” He dropped five hundred-dollar bills on the bed next to me. “I
thought it could help.”

“Where did you get
this kind of money?” I looked up at him and frowned. “Please tell me you
haven’t been dealing with Joey?”

“Joey didn’t make
me do anything.” Jared’s eyes flared at me. “I don’t know what you have against
him, but he doesn’t control me.”

“Joey is bad news,
Jared.” I shook my head as I held the cash in my hands. “I don’t want to get
into it, but he’s not to be trusted.”

“You know the only
people I trust are you and Vincent.” Jared sighed. “Joey is my friend. He does
my bidding, trust me, bro.”