The Bad Boys of Summer Anthology(100)

Chapter 7

Maddie



I was so angry that I had a hard time looking at Logan. He was insufferable and I was fast losing my patience and the ability to just get over it. I hadn’t expected my feelings to be so hurt at his words; I mean, I knew he had issues, and I had told myself that I could wait it out. I could make him fall in love with me if I had enough time. At least that is what I had told myself. I heard the sounds of a family walking towards us, and I turned to smile at them, needing to focus on someone else, if just for a few moments. I stepped away from Logan, glad I didn’t have to pretend I was okay for a second. I smiled at the little girl skipping along and blowing bubbles, and I was reminded that I used to be that girl: innocent, carefree and happy. I could still be that girl if I wanted to, but I knew that too much had happened and I wouldn’t change any of it.

“Let’s go find a car.” Logan grabbed my arm and I looked at his face. I couldn’t read his eyes or the expression on his face, and I wondered if he was okay. There was so much going on with him, and I wished he would trust me enough to let me in. But I suppose that would all happen in good time.

“A car?”

“That’s what I said.”

“I thought we were taking the bus back.” I paused. “Are we going to steal another one then?” I whispered and looked around to make sure no one was around to hear me.

“No.” He grinned at me, and this time his eyes were sparkling with mirth. “We won’t be stealing it.”

“So then why are we looking for a car?”

“So we can window shop.” Logan shook his head. “What’s up with all the questions?”

“Do you think you can just talk to me however you like and I’m just going to take it?” The words spurted out of my mouth angrily and I let out a deep breath. I guess it was harder for me to keep it in than I thought it would be.

“Huh?” He frowned at me, and I could see a brief flash of anger and respect in his eyes.

“You practically went off on me in the car earlier. Do you really think I’m going to just be friends with you and we could go look at potential cars for you to steal? I know you think I’m some silly girl who is kinda crazy and infatuated with you. But lookey here, mister, I’m not a doormat, and I’m not going to allow you to talk to me however you want. You want to go off on me because of something I’ve done to you, then fine. But to take out the issues that you have with my dad on me, which I don’t even know about, well that’s fucked up.” I took a breath and looked at the shock in Logan’s eyes and I grew even more incensed. “I don’t know why you’re so shocked. Did you think you were the only one who could get angry and spout off?”

“Are you done?”

“Look, if you just wanted to have some fun with me, then fine. We had fun. I’m not pushing you for anything else. I don’t need you to be my friend.”

“It was your idea to be friends.” He looked at me in confusion, and I stared at his handsome face. How I loved his face, it was so expressive, so gorgeous. Even when I was angry and mad at him, all I wanted to do was kiss him and feel his lips against mine. Logan Martelli drove me crazy.

“I wanted to be friends because I thought that would be a good way to show you that you could trust me.” I shook my head. “I don’t need your pity friendship.”

“My pity friendship?” He laughed gruffly. “You’re the one that’s—”

“Oh, shut up.” I grabbed ahold of his shirt and pulled him towards me. I looked up at his handsome face and pressed my lips against him, relishing the feel of him as I kissed him lightly. He reached his hands around my waist and pulled me towards him, and his tongue darted into my mouth as his hands ran up and down my back. I reached my hands up to his hair and I kissed him back feverishly, wanting him to know exactly how he made me feel. I pulled back reluctantly after a few minutes, and he looked down at me with a dazed and dark expression.

“I have to have you now.” He pulled me towards him and his hands ran up and down my back and shoulders as he kissed my neck. “What are you doing to me, Maddie?” He groaned and ran his hands through his hair.

“Driving you crazy.” I smiled at him impishly, trying to suppress the sudden joy in my heart. There was a part of me that felt that maybe I was getting to him as much as he had gotten to me.

“That you are.” He grabbed my hand again. “Come.”

“Are we going to look for another car?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I need to get you home.”

“Why?”

“The car idea, it was a bad idea, sometimes I don’t think I’m in my right mind.” He grimaced and I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I was scared he wouldn’t tell me.

“You’ve got a lot going on.” I squeezed his hand, and he looked down at me gratefully. His hands felt warm and strong, and I was delighted that he hadn’t snatched it away from me.

“Why did you have to be a Wright?” he sighed as he looked at me regretfully.

“Does it really make that much of a difference?” I stared up into his eyes. I just didn’t understand why he hated my father so much, and I didn’t understand what he had said about my father being the reason why he had his scar. I was so confused, and all I wanted was for him to share everything with me.

“I can’t think about it right now.” His eyes were far away. “I have more pressing issues.”

“Oh?”

“Like how I’m going to make money.” He laughed manically.

“The offer is still open for me to talk to my dad,” I said softly.

“Maddie, I’m not going to tell you this again …” Logan pulled away from me and his voice was harsh.

“You don’t know my dad like I do, Logan. He’s a good guy!” I cried out, annoyed at him.

“Many times, we don’t know the people closest to us, Maddie. Many times we’d be surprised at how many skeletons those we love the most have in their closet.”

“So tell me.” I held my breath and my heart was racing. “Tell me.”

“You wouldn’t want to know.” His voice crushed me with its hollowness.

“I think you’re just making it up. I bet you’re just mad because my family is rich and yours is poor. That’s not my fault. I’m so fed up with your shit, Logan. Why won’t you give me a fair chance? I don’t care if you’re poor; I don’t think that makes you a bad guy. Let me in, goddammit.”

“You know why I wanted to go find a car?” Logan leaned in towards me with narrowed eyes. I shook my head. “I wanted to find a backseat to fuck you in.” I swallowed hard as he whispered into my ear. “I wanted to take you in the backseat of a luxury car and fuck you on the seats of some brand new leather.” His eyes looked into mine, searching for my response. “I wanted to fuck you like some easy slut, in broad daylight. Do you still think I’m a good guy? Do you like it when I’m honest?”

I bit my lip as I stared up at him. I hated it when Logan became this guy, and I found it really hard to give him the benefit of the doubt. If it wasn’t for the brief hesitation in his eyes and the nervous throb in his throat, I would have slapped him hard and told him where to get off. As it was, I knew this wasn’t the real him. For some reason, he was trying to get me to hate him, and I didn’t understand why he was fighting the mutual attraction we both felt. An attraction that was about more than sex.

“I, uh, I don’t know what to say.” My eyes widened at him as he pulled me towards him again.

“I told you before, Maddie, I’m not the typical guy you meet. I can do bad things to you, very bad things.”

“Maybe I like it when you do bad things to me,” I breathed into his ear and he stopped still. “Maybe I want you to take me to that backseat right now. Maybe I’d like to choose the car.” I wanted him to know that I wasn’t scared of him, and that I could take it. He wasn’t going to scare me away, and if anything, I was slightly turned on. I didn’t want to analyze what that said about me.

“Come away with me.” He looked into my eyes.

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s go away somewhere, just the two of us.” His eyes issued me a challenge. “If you really want to be a bad girl, if you really want to get to know me.”

“I can’t just go away.” I bit my lip, thinking about my parents. They were back in town and I knew my dad would flip a switch if I just left town. “But maybe if I go home and tell them I’m going to a friend’s place for a week.”

“No, you can’t go home.” He shook his head. “You can call them and let them know you’re going out of town, but you can’t go home.”

“But I don’t have anything on me.” I stared at Logan with my heart pounding with excitement; did I dare go with him? I wanted to, but I was scared about the reality of just leaving with him.

“Neither do I. If you like me like you said, then come away with me. Forget about everything and everyone else.”

“But my dad will be so pissed,” I mumbled, not sure what he expected from me. Did he think I could just up and leave? “And what about your brothers and your dad?”