Logan's P.O.V.
If I kept smiling like I was now my face was going to be stuck like this. Not that, that was a huge problem. I haven't felt this good in a long time. Including the time I've spent with James. I wasn't sure what was more exciting. The fact that about 30 minutes ago Kendall was inside me, and we were screwing so hard and fast we fogged up the mirror in the bathroom. Or that after we had sex, he let me lay on top of him on the floor of my bathroom and gently and softly and lovingly rubbed my back. In the time that I have known Kendall and been around Kendall, it felt like he had more love to give to me, then James ever has. And as if to really rub that in my face even more, he offered to take me wherever I needed to go today. And he only offered because the roads have barely been plowed and he wanted me to be safe. It made my heart burst. Because James hasn't really ever cared about my safety outside the four walls of our house. Okay, that's not completely true but it felt even better coming from Kendall. Maybe because in Kendall's eyes, I could only see one thing. Rather one person. Me. And the last time I ever looked in James eyes, not only did I not see me, or our love, I saw nothing. Except maybe his greed, his lust for other men, and himself. No wonder I was so giddy around Kendall.
I couldn't help but inhale sharp and deep as soon as we got in his truck. It smelled like his cologne and it made my stomach flutter and my knees weak. Before we left, he asked to use my bathroom, which I of course said yes, so while he went back in my house, I decided to snoop around his truck. He had all his insurance papers, and registration papers in his glove compartment. He had a half empty Starbucks cup in the cup holder along with a water bottle. There was a bunched up sweater on the back seat along with a black back pack. I really wanted to go through his back pack, but he got back to the truck before I had time. When he did get comfortable in his seat and started the truck, I sat back and put on my seat belt swallowing hard. I wanted to tell him I had fallen for him but didn't want to freak him out. I've known him for a whole day and I already felt like I loved him. That would scare even a crazy person. So I kept quiet and watched as he skillfully drove through our snowy town. Honestly I felt like words weren't needed between us. We both knew how the other felt. That thought alone made me even more scared.
I knew we were headed to Carlos's restaurant because I told him I felt bad for what happened. We were now there. We hadn't said one word the whole ride. And as soon as he parked and shut off his truck, we still continued to stay quiet. I softly shut my door and walked carefully through snow to get to the front of his truck. When I did, I couldn't help but smile seeing him waiting for me there. He smiled back, chuckling quietly. "I hope no one will notice that hickey on your neck." I went still, my hand on the headlight next to me. He laughed again reaching out and gently wrapped my scarf around my neck softly running his fingertips over my cheek once my neck was covered. "Better." He dropped his hand from my face and turned, quickly walking up onto the sidewalk in front of Carlos's restaurant. I followed close feeling my cheeks burning from the lust and embarrassment. I ignored it though because that was just the effect Kendall had on me. However, as I walked to him, holding the door open for me, something on the huge wide window by the door caught my eye. To anyone else, it would probably look like just a plain sticker. But to me, seeing the small but bright yellow upside down smiley face told me the things that happened to Carlos, were being taken care of. And that probably wasn't the best thing.
I walked into the warm, good smelling open seating area putting my hands in the pockets of my jacket, smiling small. The smile left as soon as it came thought. Because besides seeing the older Hispanic couple sitting in a booth in the corner, and all the normal, cute yet authentic decorations around the place, it was very different. Mostly because a few of the dark wood tables and matching chairs were gone. And in their spots were a few bits of broken wood pieces. And there was one spot on the other side of the restaurant that had caution tape blocking off a wooden booth that looked like it had been burned. And then the real kicker for me too see was what was up above the burned booth. It was a horrible offensive word followed by, jump back over the boarder. I swallowed hard feeling super bad simply for the color of my skin, but also because he was now in a deeper mess than just some racists assholes. Even though that was horrible in itself. "Kendall! And Logan!" I turned away from the writing on the wall and forced a painful smile seeing Carlos walking out to us, in a plain black long sleeved shirt, the sleeves bunched up. He had a white dish cloth over his right shoulder, and as he approached us I could see what I had to assume to be paint on his shirt. "I know why you're here..." He eyed Kendall as we walked towards each other smirking slightly before eyeing me and tilting his head. "But what brings you? I'm going to guess it's those street taco's you love so much." I laughed but shook my head and nodded over to the burned booth, my smile falling.
"I'm so sorry about that Carlos." His smile went down a little as he glanced over his shoulder to it and shrugged. "Whatever you need...I want to help however I can." He turned back to me, smiling wide and crossed his arms over his chest.
"It's alright Logan. Don't feel guilty. You don't need to do anything, I promise." I frowned as he turned to Kendall who was still standing next to me and he cleared his throat. "That paperwork you wanted is in my office on my desk. I also have my loan information on it." Kendall nodded and gently patted my back as he walked past both of us off to the kitchen area. Once he was out of ear shot, I stepped closer to Carlos frowning and shook my head.
"That sticker isn't going to help anything. Actually it might make things worse." He laughed gently putting a hand on my shoulder shaking his head.
"Logan you know better than anyone that, that sticker is my best chance of keeping myself safe." I pressed my lips hard together as he gently squeezed my shoulder. "I just want to have a successful business and not worry about if someone is going to rob me or try to set my place on fire again. Isn't that fair?"
"Yes but that sticker is going to draw attention to bad people." I got even closer to him hoping my facial expression conveyed how serious I was. "Worse people then the people around James." He laughed again but nodded letting my shoulder go.
"You said you wanted to help however you can?" I sighed out watching him starting to turn, and walk away. He was going over to the booth that had been burned and was wiping his hands on the hand towel. "I've seen those pictures you painted in your house. You think you could do something about this?" I took my hands out of the pockets of my jacket and followed after him tensing up. "If you really want to help, and if you really insist, I really want this covered." He threw the dish towel to the table and put his hands on his hips turning to me. "What do you say?" I smirked looking up once again at the horrible racist words and nodded.
"Of course." He chuckled and gently patted my shoulder walking off towards his kitchen and office saying he'd bring out the paint and a ladder. I slowly started to take off my scarf around my neck and gently tossed it to a chair close by me. As I started to unzip my jacket I heard the front door open but thought nothing of it. I softly touched the burned wood of the table and shook my head trying to imagine why someone could be so heartless and mean. Just as I cleared my throat and went to step closer to the graffiti wall, I heard someone speaking softly in Spanish. I glanced over my shoulder quickly seeing a group of at least five guys by the little old couple. I also tossed my jacket to a the same chair that had my scarf before I looked away one of the guys looked over at me, and we locked eyes. I could have sworn I recognized him. But I turned away and looked back to the disgusting wall.
"Okay Logan..." I spun quick, smiling wide as Carlos walked out to me, his head down as he held two cans of paint and a paint brush. He looked up as he got to me but stopped quick. He spun around and faced the five men who were now staring at us. I swallowed hard seeing the little old couple leaving as two of the men started to walk to us. "David." The man who I locked eyes with earlier smiled wide and went right to Carlos who bent down and put the paint cans and brush on the ground. He quickly extended his hand out to David who quickly glanced over Carlos's shoulder and looked at me.
"Que pasa hombre?" Carlos looked back at me and swallowed hard, but smiling small.
"Why don't you go ask Kendall to help you get that ladder." I nodded once looking down and put my hands in my jean pockets.
"Say hi to that piece of shit James for me." I froze as I looked up and saw David looking at me still, no longer smiling. And then it hit me. I knew I recognized him because he was what James liked to call a thorn in his side. Which meant he was an enemy. Not good for me. "¿Qué pasa con la pegatina?" Carlos turned back to David and shook his head.
"No te preocupes, David. No es nada serio." David chuckled turning back to Carlos and I took a step to go back to find Kendall, but once again David spoke to me.
"I know it was James." I again went still as he walked around Carlos coming towards me. "Let him know if he tries that shit again we'll deal with him the only way we know how." I swallowed hard as he got about five feet from me and felt my braveness coming out.
"I don't know what your talking about." He laughed taking one step closer but I stood tall. "And I don't think he's afraid of you." David's smile fell off his face and a few of the men who came in with him, stepped forward. He quickly raised a hand and tilted his head, still staring at me.
"Eres un pequeño maricón valiente." I swallowed hard as Carlos stepped up between us quick and gently pushed David back.
"Leave." David looked at Carlos who shook his head fast. "Hubo un momento en que necesitaba tu ayuda, pero ya no. No insultes a mi amigo en mi negocio, y no vuelvas aquí. No quiero ningun problema De cualquiera."
"Es una puta elección realmente estúpida Carlos." I saw Carlos shrug just as Kendall's figure came walking out from the long hallway between the kitchen and bathroom. The other four guys turned to him and even a few put their hands on their hips.
"Get out before it gets messy." David chuckled and turned quick but stopped seeing Kendall staring at all of us. I quickly got next to Carlos who was huffing hard. He was pissed. So was I. But as I watched these men walk towards the front door, a few of them knocking napkin holders off tables as they walked by, my nerves came back to me.
"James has always said you were a pussy." My arm was grabbed hard as Carlos pulled me back rough and got back in front of me. David turned quick eyeing me, his whole body language very different. And scary.
"What the fuck did you just say?" I saw Carlos was trying to block me, but I was far too busy begin stubborn.
"I called you a pussy, jackass." Before I had time to react David pulled out a gun from his waist band. But I didn't need to worry. Because Carlos threw his body into mine, and we both fell to the ground. I closed my eyes and covered my head even though Carlos was basically covering my entire body with his. And the only reason he was, is because there were several guns going off. There was only a few gun shots that rang through the building before everything stopped, and five pairs of feet ran out of the restaurant. I opened my eyes quick as Carlos got off me. I watched as he walked towards Kendall who once again, left me speechless. I pushed myself up as I watched him put a shotgun down by his side huffing out.
"Thanks...how did you know there would be trouble?" Carlos motioned down to the gun in Kendall's hand as they both chuckled. I stood up quick and rushed over to them shaking my head.
"How the hell..." I went quiet as Kendall turned to me, putting the shot gun up against the wall beside him.
"Carlos was worried about someone coming back to attack him, or really try to burn this place down." I crossed my arms over my chest and raised an eyebrow as he stepped closer smiling wide.
"You know how to shoot a gun?"
"And you don't seem to know when to back off a hardcore thug." My mouth parted slightly and he shrugged. "I guess there are some things I need to learn about you." I smiled small as he sighed out glancing around shaking his head. "You should probably call this into the cops." Carlos nodded and quickly started to pull his phone out of his pocket, but I reached out quick and grabbed his hand.
"Wait..." They both looked at me but I only shook my head to Carlos. "If they cops come...and see your window..." Carlos's mouth dropped open and I nodded as he quickly looked at Kendall.
"What about your window?"
"Uhm...nothing man. Would you mind getting those two ladders from the storage closet so we can take out these bullets, and Logan can paint?" Kendall opened his mouth but closed his quick as he nodded. He turned fast and disappeared back into the hallway leaving Carlos and I alone. He smiled small at me and gently brushed something off my shoulder.
"Sorry I threw you to the ground like that. You really should squelch that bad attitude around thugs though." I laughed as I looked at the wall by us covered in bullet holes.
"James tells me the same thing. But I can't help it." I turned back to him and smiled wide. He laughed and turned walking off towards the same hallway Kendall went too. I walked to a small table with two chairs and just as I pulled one out to sit down, the door opened again and to my surprise James rushed in. "James?" His eyes went wide as he spotted me and walked over to me quickly. "What are you doing here?"
"What the hell are you doing here? Was there someone shooting here?" He rushed to me, and grabbed my arms. His eyes roamed over my face and his hands softly touched my chest and arms.
"It's alright James. I'm fine. There was just a slight disagreement between myself and David." He looked up quick and his hands stopped on my rib cage. I reached up and smiled small cupping his face with both my hands. "He was saying something along the lines of he knew it was you and would do something if you tried again, or some shit like that. It's all good now." He quickly grabbed my hands and pulled them off his face stepping back.
"David Velazquez was here?" I nodded, but frowned as he sighed out and let my hands go. "He was the one who shot in here? Where did he go?"
"I don't know where he went but I know Kendall scared them off." He slouched a bit and stepped forward. Before he said anything I got on my tip toes and put my hands on his chest. "I think you should maybe look into Kendall for me." I said it quietly, just in case Kendall and Carlos were close to us, which just made him slouch even more.
"Why?" I frowned moving my hands back up to his neck holding gently. He simply nodded once just as I heard two people walking out to us. And as they did, and he wrapped an arm around my waist and turned us to look at Kendall and Carlos. A thought ran through my head as Kendall and I locked eyes and James held onto me. I was a horrible person. I was cheating on my boyfriend, with a guy I didn't know. And I asked my boyfriend to then turn around and look into the same man I was cheating on him with. There was a small soft kiss to my temple that made Kendall look away quick and forced me to wrap around my boyfriend. All I could think of was how screwed I was going to be if James found out I had slept with Kendall. And a part of me didn't want James to look into Kendall because I was infatuated with the guy. But as I watched him unfold a ladder, I wondered why I was so quick to let him get in my pants. I barely knew him. And I had James.
What the hell did I get myself into?
Full disclosure...I don't know Spanish. Please, please, please let me know if it's wrong! I did the google translate.
And thanks for the feedback and reading it!
Also if anyone remembers my story about Kendall and Logan dating and Logan having a kid...would you care to see a new installment? I had a sort of idea for one so...just let me know!