“Harley and I are catching up… for old times’ sake,” Chett says.
“You give new meaning to dumb jock, Chett. Which part of let her go do you not understand?”
Chett smirks at Kaz.
“If I have to repeat myself another time, I’ll rip your arm from your body.” Kaz’s left eye twitches.
The man is terrifying right now.
Until my Samaritan came to my rescue, people were walking by us, minding their own business, but now a crowd has gathered. And some people have their cameras out.
Oh, fuck.
Tonight was about image rehab.
If Kaz punches Chett’s lights out, the footage will go viral and the press will have a field day.
My heart grabs tight in my chest as panic zips through me.
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. 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 my ex’s stupid face.
