It was obvious that he was drunk and angry. He kept raising his voice and more than once I felt spittle hit the back of my neckand swore I was going to bathe in alcohol when I got home. His comments just kept getting harder and harder to tune out.
“Look at that fucking throw. Pussy. Maybe they’ll need a third-string quarterback somewhere. Goddamn Cash.”
“You call that a sack? That boy of mine couldn’t sack a two-dollar whore on Black Friday.”
“Their mother was a whore. They probably aren’t mine. Can’t be with the way they play. In my day, the Ford name was fucking respected.”
“Block, you stupid fuck, Weston! Block! Why are you even there? You should be on the bench, still whining about your back if that’s how you’re going to play!”
I could feel the energy of our section of the stadium shift as everyone had to listen to the asshole badger and abuse his kids. He was Sam Ford, though, football royalty, so no one said a thing to him. He wasn’t even shouting accurate things, not that it would’ve made his shouting any better. He even drunkenly shouted at Cash for throwing an interception when Cash had a perfect pass record for the season so far.
“Stupid bitch. Get off me. Go buy your fucking purse and wait for me in the car. You don’t know anything. Just as useless as my boys.”
I was seething but the fourth quarter was halfway over. I didn’t want to make a scene when my existence had done enough of that for the guys. I balled my hands into fists and fought hard to resist saying anything.
44
***Cass***
“Ithought I’d have men! Instead I ended up with a bunch of pussies who act like they’re afraid of the ball! You were never good enough! You’ll never be as good as your old man!” Sam was just getting worse.
I saw Cash look up at the stands and blanched. We weren’t far enough away that he wouldn’t recognize his dad’s voice over the rest of the noise from the crowd. He had half a quarter left to play and if he lost focus he could get hurt. Texas was winning with a large enough lead that we’d still win the game if he threw an interception but I didn’t want him to leave the game feeling anything less than like a badass.
Before Cash could spot his dad I turned in my seat and did the only thing I could think of. It was a gut reaction and I wanted to cut my own hand off later but I just needed to make him stop.
Sam reacted like anyone would when I snapped my arm out and grabbed his dick. He hunched forward as I tightened my fist and I just had to stretch a little bit to angrily bark into his ear.
“Shut the fuck up. Do you understand me? Shut. The. Fuck. Up. You’re drunk and you look like a fucking loser. Your boys are making the Ford name look good out there while you’re in the stands embarrassing them. You need to sit down and shut your mouth or I’ll rip your dick off and shove it down your throat. Either way, you’re quiet.” I tightened my grip until he whimpered. “I’m going to let go and we’re both going to go back to watching the game. Okay?”
I twisted my grip a bit before letting go and watched as he collapsed back into his seat. His face was blood red and his eyes were wet from the pain. He stared at me with his lips curled and I waited for him to lash out at me but he kept his mouth shut. He glanced around and I figured the pain had sobered him up enough for him to appreciate that we were in a crowd of people.
I enjoyed the end of the game in peace without hearing his vile comments. The energy around us picked back up and by the final whistle I was jumping and cheering along with everyone around me. Everyone except Sam Ford. The dick.
Hayes was the first to run to the stands and jump up so his top half was in reach. I laughed and grabbed his sweaty face to kiss him. Judging by the catcalls that rang out around us, it was a little more intense than I meant to let it get. Weston and Cash got the same treatment before they did their interviews and retreated to the locker room to get cleaned up.
We already had plans for me to meet them at their truck after the game so I gave them time to shower and change and went to raid the concession stand before it closed. I got a little carried away talking to the guy who ran the stand closest to the player parking lot and ended up looking at fifteen pictures of his Great Danes before he gave me a funnel cake and coke for free. I’d forgotten all about Sam as I ate my treasured fried dough and made my way to the parking lot.
I’d just exited the building and was still hidden behind a portion of brick that extended from the building when I heard the old asshole’s mean voice.
“You need to end things with that psycho right now! She’ll ruin you. She’s a nasty little bitch and tying yourselves to her is a death sentence for your career.” The funnel cake was harder going down as I turned to leave. I didn’t want to get involved and cause a bigger mess. “What are you even thinking? She’s not even hot. She’s got small tits and-”
“Jesus, Sam. I thought you were maybe getting your head out of your ass when you came over. I thought maybe you’d want to congratulate your flesh and blood on playing a good game. You just came over to insult our girlfriend and act like a giant piece of shit, though. Honestly, man, go fuck yourself.” Hayes’ voice said there was no room for argument from his dad.
“If I thought you were worth it, I’d help you adjust your sight so you could see how perfect Cassidy is but then you’d probably hit on her. Pig.” Cash sounded dangerously pissed off.
I leaned against the wall and held my funnel cake to my chest. They were sticking up for me. They didn’t know I was there and could hear them and they were sticking up for me.
“She grabbed my dick! In the middle of the fucking game! She’s a crazy bitch!”
“The way we hear it you were being a belligerent drunk and she shut you up. Johnny’s mom wants Cass’ fucking autograph.” I could practically see Weston’s face as he spoke lower than his brothers but with more threat in his tone. “Cass is ours. She’s with us. You don’t have to ask us to choose for us to choose. It’s her.”
“She’s got you under a spell. She’s USC scum! She grabbed my fucking dick!”
I was swooning over hearing them claim me and I didn’t care to waste any more time listening to Sam. I’d done enough ofthat. I felt a wild and rushing desire to show them what it did to me to know they’d fight for me. My body went up in flames and nothing else mattered.
Cash noticed me coming at them first and dropped his eyes to where I was still holding my funnel cake to my chest. I pushed the ruined cake into Sam’s chest and pushed them towards the truck. “In. In, in, in.”
“What the hell?” Sam wasn’t finished with his barrage of insults but I didn’t let the guys linger. I pushed them each into Weston’s truck and then I climbed behind the wheel.
