When I look up, I see the guy from earlier—the jackass who played “Golddigger” on his phone during warmup—staring down at me with a taunting look in his eyes.
He jiggles the giant cup he just poured on me and laughs. “Don’t worry. I saved some to pour on your gold-digging wife too.”
Anger rockets through me. Fuck this piece of shit.
I drop my stick and clear the barrier between the tunnel and the stands. In two seconds, I’m standing face-to-face with him.
That taunting look on his face is long gone. Now his eyes are wide with fear. He drops the cup and holds up his hands like he’s surrendering.
“Dude, sorry, it was just a joke?—”
I drop my gloves and grab him by the throat and yank him up, cutting him off.
“It’s not funny, motherfucker.”
He shakes his head quickly. “You’re right. Sorry. I…” He makes a strangled noise like he’s choking. I squeeze his neck harder.
“Don’t ever talk about my wife again. Understand?”
His eyes look like they’re about to bulge out of his head. He nods.
When I drop him, he falls like a limp doll onto the floor, gasping.
I make my way back down to the tunnel, where all of my teammates are staring at me in surprise.
And that’s when my adrenaline starts to fade and awareness kicks in. I glance around and see all the fans with their phones aimed at me. A few are filming that douchebag, who’s still on the ground, groaning in pain.
“You okay?” Sam asks.
“Yeah. Just pissed,” I mutter.
Luca tosses me a towel. I tell him thanks, and wipe my head and face.
“That asshole dumped a drink on you and threatened your wife. You went easy on him if you ask me,” Del says.
All my teammates nod along. Even Luca, who I don’t know that well.
“Thanks, guys.”
Coach Porter glares at me. “My office.”
Fuck.Coach Porter just witnessed me losing my shit on a fan…during my first game as alternate captain.
I huff out a breath and nod, despite the anxiety firing through me. I’m in deep in shit.
Chapter 57
Camden
“Wanna explain what the hell you were thinking when you went after that fan in the stands?” Coach Porter asks.
He’s glaring at me from behind his desk in his office.
I shift in my chair, glad that I showered and got cleaned up before coming to his office. That bought me some extra time before this ass chewing. And whatever punishment I’ll get from the league.
We’re told not to interact with disruptive fans. Even if they’re being assholes and calling us names, we’re not allowed to engage. If we do, that could lead to a fine or a suspension.
I bet I’m getting both since I put hands on the guy.
