Logan's POV
I swung the car door open roughly, the sound echoing sharply in the silent night. Without thinking, I got in and slammed the door with a force that nearly shook the windows. My hands gripped the steering wheel, my breath still ragged, filled with anger. Damn it, Matthew! My mind kept spinning, back to that moment at the dinner table, when I saw him dare to touch her without permission. I could barely contain myself.
My eyes were closed, but the image came back to haunt me. His hand was on her shoulder, his face filled with confusion and fear. I knew, at that moment, I couldn't stay silent. I got up and hit him with the punch he should have received from the beginning. It didn't feel enough. My blood was still boiling.
Damn it!
I hit the steering wheel, hard. The thud didn't
