Page 82 of Broken Prince
“Maybe you should,” he mutters before Stacy reaches us.
“What the fuck is this?” she squawks.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.” Logan turns to look at her.
“What is he doing here?” Stacy points to Benny. “With this bitch.” Her eyes flick over to me.
“You don’t even know me. Why do you hate me so much?” I ask, crossing my arms. “I’ve done nothing to you.”
“I told you to stop trying to play house with my fucking kid and my man,” Stacy snarls.
“Not your man, Stacy. Never was,” Logan grinds out through a clenched jaw.
I grimace because that's not really what he should be saying right now. Poking the bear is only going to get our heads ripped off.
“I’m not playing anything. I’m their stepsister. Their dad married my mom. That’s it.” I try to help.
“Please,” she scoffs. “Don’t think I don’t know you’re trying to sleep with one of them. Maybe all of them.” Does she know? How could she? I’m not bringing it up, that’s for sure.
“I’m not. Really, I’m not. I see them as my brothers, that’s it.” Lie, lie, lie. They both look at me as if asking if that’s true. God, men are so stupid sometimes.
Stacy sees it and laughs. “Sure, and I’m a fucking Kardashian.” She swings her glare over to Logan. “Why is he here?” she asks again. “This isn’t a place for babies.”
Logan frowned. “I saw a good amount of kids in the crowd, Stacy. And he’s here because I didn’t have anyone to watch him. My dad and stepmom are gone on their honeymoon. Owen has his own stuff. Laney was nice enough to come with us so that I could spend time with Benny when I’m off the field while also having someone to watch him while I’m on the field.
”You couldn’t get him?” She points to Elijah. “He’s here and could have looked after him.”
“Stacy, I don’t know why you're making such a big deal out of this. He wasn’t even supposed to be with me this week. I switched—because, of course, I want my son whenever I can—but do you know how much this flip-flopping around with his schedule fucks with mine? Having to make plans and changes last-minute isn’t easy when I have school and ball.”
“Maybe you should get your priorities straight then,” she huffs, crossing her arms.
Anger boils in me. Is this chick for real right now?
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Logan snarls. “He is and will forever be my number one priority. At least, I, for one, can say that.”
Oh, god. Logan, no. Don’t antagonize the crazy. Fucking hell.
Her face becomes masked in fury. “Oh, you wanna play that game?” She gives him an evil smile that sends a cold shiver down my spine. His face falls, and he knows he fucked up. “This is technically my week. Therefore, he’s coming home with me tonight.”
“No.” Logan shakes his head. “We switched weeks. You can get him tomorrow night.”
“No. I’m taking him home tonight. And as a matter of fact, I’m going to take him all of next week too. Oh, and the week after that until our schedule evens out again. You don’t think I spend enough time with my kid? Well, now I’m about to have a whole month straight with him.”
She looks at him like she’s won. Logan’s face shifts with his panic.
“You can’t do that,” he protests.
“I can, and I am. What are you going to do about it?” she laughs. “I can have a new court date by the end of the week and have our parenting agreement changed so you can’t get him ever again. Wanna do that?”
I feel like I’m going to be sick. Fear races through my veins.
“Try it, and I’ll go broke, making sure it’s the other way around. I have money, Stacy, don’t fucking try me,” he snarls, getting in her face.
“And I have Daddy.” That evil smile grows. “Sometimes, fear is much more powerful than money.”
“Logan,” Elijah says weary. “Pick your battles.”
“Yeah, Logan, pick your battles,” she taunts, reaching for Benny. Logan pulls him back, but Stacy has her hands on him. Benny starts to cry as the two of them fight over the baby. “Give me my son,” she demands.