Saint (A Dark Mafia Romance)(100)

He shrugs. “I dunno, a band-aid would be nice?”

I roll my eyes again as I step aside and let him come in, sliding the door shut behind him. “I mean what do you want with me?” I look at him expectantly, my arms still folded over my chest. “This is New York. There are literally fifty-four hospitals in this city, not to mention walk-in clinics.”

“Guess I just come here for the lovely bedside manner, babe.” He winks at me through his shiner of a black eye and grins as he pushes past me towards the bathroom.

“Just where do you think you’re going?”

He turns and cracks a smile at me. “The bathroom, Quinn. I have to piss.” He stops for a second, and his grin widens at me. “I mean, unless of course you wanna help.”

I can feel my cheeks go hot as I wrinkle my nose at him. “Don’t be crude.”

I’ve pulled my bag of surgical supplies out of the closet by the time he saunters out, and I have to shake my head to physically stop myself from staring at the now shirtless Logan moving towards me in the living area. “Try not to get blood on the damn couch,” I mutter, trying to cover my blushing cheeks as he collapses down into it.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” He stretches out as he sinks back into the couch, his head resting on the back as he stares up at the ceiling and lets out a coughing sigh. Truth be told, despite our banter, I can tell that he really is actually hurt. Not hurt like the night I found him, but he’s definitely taken some mean looking punches by the looks of his face and hard-muscled abdomen.

He lifts his head up off the back of the couch. “Do you have any beer?”

I frown. “No? I think I’ve got vodka in the freezer?”

“Yeah that’ll do.”

After a long second of silence, I raise my brows at him. “Um, it’s in the freezer, Logan.” What, did he want me to go over and fetch it for him? I mean I know the guy is probably used to servants or whatever but give me a fucking break!

“Hey, I just didn’t want to bleed all over your floor or anything, Quinn.”

“So just my couch then?”

He grins at me, and I’m huffing out a sigh as I get up and storm over to the kitchen.

He takes a large swallow from the glass of ice and liquor that I hand him after I walk back over, before he holds it up to his bruised temple with a wincing sigh.

“Why do you do this to yourself?”

He snorts out a kind of bitter laugh at my question. “Yeah, mystery solved, Quinn. I’m actually a deranged lunatic and I do this to myself.”

I roll my eyes as I start pulling gauze and peroxide out of my bag. “You know what I mean. Why not do something else that doesn’t get you so messed up all the time?”

He takes another sip from the glass and shrugs as he chews on an ice cube. “It’s not exactly that simple.”

“No, I mean, you’re rich. Isn’t there plenty of other rich-guy type stuff out there you could do that wouldn’t get your face bashed in?” I shake my head as I start to dab at the cut on his face with the peroxide. “Shouldn’t you be trading in bonds, or funding super-PACs or something?”

“Trading bonds, or funding super-PACs?” He chuckles. “Well sounds like you sure know how to have a good time, Princess.”

I shoot him a look. “I know how to have a good time just fine, actually.”

“Oh really?” He’s leaning closer as he grins at me, and I find myself not wanting to pull back even though I know I should. “So you know how to just cut loose and play?”

“Yep.” I say with a withering smirk of my own.

“So, kinda like how you were playing with yourself thinking about me right before I walked in here?”

I can literally feel the blood drain from my face as my heart just drops. I’m frozen and just staring at him with my jaw right there on the floor as he leans back into the couch and grins.

“I-” I’m sputtering. “I don’t know what you’re-”

With a look of triumph on his face, Logan pulls out my fucking vibrator - the one I evidently left out in plain sight in the bathroom - from behind his back where he’s obviously been hiding it since he first sat down.

The blood comes rushing back to my face with a burning feeling, and I suddenly just want to collapse into a puddle and just drip through the floorboards.

Logan grins at me with a sort of gleeful look on his face. “I mean, maybe you weren’t thinking about me, but I somehow doubt it.”

I grit my teeth, feeling angry and mortified as I slowly shake my head at him. “Anyone ever tell you you’re an arrogant asshole?”