I have to do something to prevent this from happening. “We’re done catching up, Chett. Let go.”
A slow smirk stretches his lips.
Instead of letting go, Chett digs his fingers further into my flesh.
“Ouch. You stupid jerk, you’re hurting me.”
Kaz growls. He actually growls like a grizzly bear.
I’ve never in my life heard a man growl.
Kaz cracks his neck. “Now you’re asking for it, asshole.”
The shit’s about to hit the fan.
I may be the underdog here, but I’m not powerless.
I kick Chett’s shin with all my might, angling my foot so my pointy heel strikes his leg hard, praying it was the one that was previously injured and had him benched for half a season.
He lets out a strangled shout. “Fuck!” My douchey ex lets go of my arm and folds over.
As he wails in pain, I whack the side of his head with my clutch. “How dare you touch me like you own me?” For good measure, I whack him again.
“Harley, come here,” Kaz says.
I brush past Chett and run to Kaz. He cradles me under his arm, pulling me into his warmth.
I blow out a breath and let the fright go with it.
Chett straightens up and glares at me. “You stupid whore, you ruined my pants and you hurt me.”
A few gasps of horror come from the crowd.
Kaz’s body stiffens. “What did you call her?”
“I called her by her fucking name.”
I want to slap the condescending expression off Chett’s stupid face.
“She’s the definition of a puck bunny.” The evil glint flashing from Chett’s eyes should come as a precursor. “She can’t resist bouncing from one professional athlete to another–– Oops, in your case, your glory days are behind you, old man.”
Guests murmur around us. More people are filming this circus now.
Not good.
Kaz tips his chin down and glowers at Chett. “Keep talking shit about my girlfriend and I’ll––”
“Speaking of puck bunnies, your new girlfriend is as proficient as your mother was in the art of fucking––”
Kaz lunges at Chett.
I try to hold him back, but the man has the strength of a superhero. My efforts are as futile as a kitten pulling at a lion’s leg.
This isn’t going to end well.
I need to make him see reason. “He’s provoking you. Let it go, Kaz. Please, ignore him.”
“I can’t.” Kaz wiggles out of my hold and gets up in Chett’s face.
