Page 31 of Quinn

After unpacking the suitcase, something I hadn’t managed to do on my last visit, I hit the shower. After drying off I pulled on a pair of signature blue and white floral Okanui board shorts and a blue Billabong t-shirt before slipping on a pair of blue Ipanema thongs and grabbing my favorite black and white Quicksilver beach towel which I draped around my neck. A pair of black Ray Ban sunglasses completed the outfit and I pushed them to the top of my head to be worn once outside.

I wandered through to Logan’s room which was beside mine and found him naked and rummaging in his suitcase. He looked up when I entered the room.

“Why haven’t you unpacked?”

“I decided to have a shower first. I’ll do it after I dress.”

“I’ve unpacked and had a shower so try again.”

Logan continued rummaging, ignoring what I’d said.

“You were talking with Petra weren’t you?”

Logan shrugged, and with his back to me, pulled on a pair of green striped board shorts.

“Man, you’re gonna end up in deep shit when Gary finds out and he will find out you’ve been shagging around with his daughter.”

Petra Dadinova was a beautiful young girl—young being the concern. She was barely twenty years old while Logan was the same age as Connor—thirty-four. Gary, her fiercely protective father, was one of the managers who worked for the Bonello family and was assisting in the process of helping them set up their compound. Gary would go apeshit when he found out his daughter was being pursued by a man almost twice her age. If Mahiro was Petra’s age and she was being targeted by a man so much older, I’d be all over his arse.

“Leave it be, Quinn. It’s no one’s business but mine and Petra’s.”

I laughed. “Not when Gary finds out. He’ll be so deep in your fucking business that by the time he finishes with you, you’ll have no fucking business for the rest of your life.”

Logan spun on me and roared, “LET. IT. GO.”

I stepped back from the man, I’d not only never seen him so angry, but I’d never heard him shout in such a way. I held up my hands in surrender, wondering if there was more to Logan’s infatuation with Petra than I realised.

“Okay, man. Cool down. I’ll see if Daly is ready.” I crossed through Logan’s room, after hearing him mumble that he was sorry.

Daly was seated on the bed, the phone to his ear, a grin on his face. No prize for guessing who he was making lovely dovey talk with. I just wish he’d man up, ask Katrine out, and fuck the ever loving shit out of her. It was obvious every time I saw the pair together that they were sexually frustrated and lusting after each other.

Daly held two fingers up indicating he wanted a couple more minutes on the phone. I shrugged; the pair were gonna cause us all to miss the boat at the rate they were stuffing around. Well, they could mouth fuck each other over the phone for the rest of the day as far as I was concerned. I made the decision that I wasn’t gonna be missing the boat so I stomped back into my room, grabbed my wallet and the key, and slamming the door behind me, left to head downstairs.

Anatoli was seated at the bar where he’d said he would be waiting. I climbed onto the stool next to him and ordered a ginger ale since it wasn’t even ten in the morning and too early for anything harder. The barman placed the midi glass on the bar towel in front of me and after giving him a kina, telling him to keep the change, I gulped at the cold brew.

“Where are the others?” Anatoli looked towards the entrance to the bar.

“Fucking around on the phone with their women because they can’t be out of each other’s pockets for more than five fucking minutes.”

“You can’t go alone, Lincoln, I was given strict instructions.”

“Then you can fucking come with me because it’s pretty obvious their dick’s are more important than my life.”

“No, they fucking aren’t.”

I spun around on the stool when I heard Daly’s voice. Logan stood beside him and the two of them were glaring at me, although I had no idea why they were angry. I was the one being dicked around.

Daly stepped forward; he was the one I was closest to since we shared an interest in botany.

“Nothing is more important to us than your life, Quinn. You’re like another brother to us along with Connor and Jake.”

“Could have fooled me; it was pretty obvious your phone calls were more important than having my back.”

Logan spun the stool with such force I almost went flying and needed to put a hand on Anatoli’s shoulder to keep myself in place.

Logan leaned forward, one hand on each of my thighs. “Listen to me you spoilt little prick. Daly and I were telling our girls that they wouldn’t be hearing from us until we got back because we had a busier than expected schedule and we’d be too busy keeping your arse safe. Because you are our first, and only, priority at the moment! We took five minutes to let them know so they wouldn’t worry. You can pull your head out of your fucking arse and dump the attitude. The next time you storm off alone, I swear to fucking christ I’ll handcuff you to either me or Daly so it doesn’t happen again. Am I clear?!”

Logan spoke low but his tone was deadly serious. I realised I’d acted like a spoiled brat and apologised.