LOGAN'S POV.
Layla had no idea who he really was. She had no idea what kind of man she was sitting with.
I was only a few steps away from the entrance when a firm hand grabbed my arm, yanking me back.
Dani.
"Let me go," I growled, my voice dangerously low.
"Logan, stop." Dani’s grip tightened.
"You don’t want to do this."
My glare snapped to him, my patience hanging by a thread.
"Don’t tell me what I want, Dani."
Dani sighed, his expression serious.
"Listen to me, man. That guy…Jason…he’s not just some random man with Layla."
I frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Dani hesitated, then exhaled sharply before saying the words that sent my entire world crashing down.
"He’s her fiancé. Layla’s husband-to-be."
For the first time that night, I froze.
I couldn’t breat
