“Oh!” She yelped when I swiftly reached down, cupping the globes of her ass and pressing her body toward me.
“We’ll change the subject for now. But no way in hell will I forget where we left off, little minx,” I stated with a warning in my tone just before sucking her left earlobe in my mouth.
“Hmmm,” she hummed, her lips against mine.
I squeezed her ass again before moving my hands up her back and then to the tops of her arms, tightening my hold just enough to pull her closer to me.
Destiny pulled back slightly, flinching.
I stiffened, noticing the pained expression on her face that she quickly tried to mask.
“What was that?” I knew I hadn’t held her tight enough to cause any real pain.
“Nothing.” She shook her head, and I knew she was lying.
I cupped her chin in my hand. “What the hell was that?” I asked again, my voice low and deep.
“It’s nothing. Just a minor bruise on my arm.”
I pulled down the side of her sweater over her shoulder and noticed a dark purple looking bruise running around the width of her arm.
Everything inside of my body stilled. “Is that a handprint?” Even I hadn’t ever heard the tone my voice had taken on.
“It’s fine.” She pulled back, covering her arm with her sweater again.
“Who did it?”
“Tyler, it’s nothing. Don’t—”
“Who. Did. It?” I knew it wasn’t me. The bruise hadn’t been there that morning.
Sighing, Destiny tried to stand. She was halted by my hands at her hips. “Do you really want to make me have to find out myself?”
“It’s nothing. Leonard and I had a lit—”
“Riggs? Leonard fucking Riggs?” Before his full name was out of my mouth, I was on my feet, keys in hand.
“Tyler, where’re you going?” Destiny demanded behind me.
When I didn’t answer she ran ahead, pressing her hand against the door, trying to prevent me from opening it. The only thing I saw was red.
“I’ll be back,” was all I said, placing a kiss to the top of her head and lifting her off her feet and out of the way of the door.
I slammed her door shut behind me and moved in the direction of the stairs, lacking patience to wait for the elevator. I didn’t even think as I pushed through the door of the parking garage that was attached to Destiny’s building. I piled into my Cayenne, and for the first time in a long time was grateful to have all of the horsepower of a Porsche under the fucking hood.
I knew exactly where Riggs lived and that was the first place I pointed my car in the direction. Over and over as I drove the knowledge that Riggs had dared to put his fucking hands on Destiny served to press my foot harder against the gas pedal. Ironically, Riggs’ stupid ass lived in the same Cedarwoods community that my brothers—and soon I would—live, though he lived four blocks over. The previous season he’d thrown a number of parties at his place. I’d attended one of them out of the spirit of team unity and all that bullshit. But tonight, was a different story entirely.
I threw my car in park and didn’t even bother to take the keys out of the ignition as I jumped out of the car. Seeing the lights on and figures moving behind the glossy window panes of the large, wooden door, I began pounding on it with my open fist. I don’t know how long it took but eventually Marco, one of our second string guys, opened the door.
“Ty, hey. You—”
“Where the fuck is Riggs?” I demanded, pushing Marco aside with my arm. My eyes darted around the entryway of the house before I looked up the top of the double staircase and saw Riggs standing there grinning with his eyes planted on one of the two women he had his arms wrapped around. Just then his dumbass looked down and saw me.
“Silver spoon! You decided to join us!” he cheered as if this were a friendly gathering of the minds.
It took me less than a half a dozen steps before I was up the stairs, reaching over one of the women, I hadn’t bothered to look at, and grabbing Riggs by the T-shirt he wore.
“I fucking told you about leaving alone what’s mine, right?”
