“You,” she snaps, “Will leave them alone.” She then looks at me. “And so will you.”
I hold my hands up. Trying not to laugh at this tiny little terror, who has two kids at home, one in her belly, and one hell of a mom look. “Yes ma’am.”
That’s when I see Koa get shoved.
“On second thought,” I say as I hop across the table.
“Deacon!” Riley Rivera calls to me.
“You really wanna fucking go right now?” Koa says tucking his ex’s friend behind him and shrugging off his jacket, “I have years’ worth of fucking anger boiling inside of me right now, so I’m gonna ask you again” he says as I shove past groups of people watching him as I unbutton the cuffs of my sleeve and start to roll it up—“do you really wanna fucking go right now?”
I shove in front of him. “Fucking walk.”
“That piece of shit shoved a girl; he deserves what he’s got coming.”
I shake my head. “Then for Frosty, we take it outside.”
“You mean, like the snowman?” The brunette friend of his ex asks.
And that’s when I hear a crack.
“Oh my God, Dash, what the hell?” the girl laughs.
Koa wraps a protective arm around her when all hell breaks loose. Then he grabs the blonde who is standing there too, as the whole place seems to be being shoved outside.
Outside, I hear a familiar voice yell. “What the fuck are you doing, Claudia? Open the fucking door.”
“Listen, dipshit, this is my ride,” Koa’s ex, Nalani, says.
“You better move, you little bitch.”
I see Koa go stiff as he hands the girl off. “Dash, Noelle.”
I shove through and see Dingy gripping the top of the SUV, rocking it. Koa grabs his shirt and throws him back. Dingy whirls on him, and Koa blocks his attempt.
“Dingy, you apologize to this woman, and then you get to stepping, or I’m going to clean the fucking Brooklyn streets with your face.”
“My fucking kid’s in that SUV. Her bitch of a mother won’t open the damn door. She’s probably fucked up, so you do what you gotta do, Cock.”
He looks at Nalani, “His kid in the vehicle?”
She’s shaking her head.
“It’s Sofie’s car.” She holds up her phone, recording him? “Sofie Fairfax of Fairfax Media. So, if you don’t mind your name all over sports news networks tomorrow and possibly going viral all over the country, with this video as proof that you got drunk and assaulted a vehicle, because you and your little Lancers got spanked by the Bears and came out looking for a fight, then keep it up,Dingy.”
He points at the vehicle. “I saw her. I know she’s in there.”
“You sure you wanna chance getting traded again this late in your career?” she asks.
“You fucking—” He clamps his jaw shut when Koa steps up to him.
He starts to spit another line, and Koa steps forward, a physical promise. “Before you walk away, you apologize for calling her a bitch.”
There’s a beat where his nostrils flare, teeth bared, and then he mutters, “Sorry.”
Koa narrows on him. “Nah, that wasn’t —”
Nalani interrupts, “It’s all good. Now walk away, Kyle Dingy, goalie for the LA Lancers.”
