The moment Erik Logan stepped out of Carmen’s suite, he hadn’t expected to come face to face with an annoyed Ronin Logan, and before any explanation or any word at all could be exchanged, Ronin grabbed Erik by the lapel of his suit and dragged him down the long corridor, into the elevator, and across the upper deck once they made it to the closest one.
Despite the side of his body still feeling like someone had stabbed him all over again, Ronin gave a hard thrust to his older brother in the chest and scowled. The rough ocean breeze whipped his hair to the side.
“What the f**k do you think you’re doing?”
Now, annoyed, too, Erik straightened his blazer with a jerk of his shoulder. “Why the f*****g do you care?”
Ronin glowered before looking away, as if it were too hard to explain that pa
