This was my general manager.
Ariana was hiswife.
I didn’t know anything other than they were maybe having a fight or an off night. That didn’t warrant me doing anything other than what I had — offering Ariana someone to talk to.
And she hadn’t wanted to talk.
Still, it was eating at me — the way he treated her tonight. I didn’t care what they were arguing about. You didn’t treat someone you loved like that, no matter what.
And her wrist…
What thefuckwas up with that?
My instincts were blaring that he’d hurt her somehow. But as soon as I thought it, I shook it off.
Ariana wouldn’t stand for it.
She’d grown up in a household watching her mother in that situation. I knew at the firstsignof abuse, she’d be gone.
… Wouldn’t she?
“Do you need me to walk you out?” Nathan asked, still grinning. “Seems like you might have lost your way to the door earlier.”
I tried to smile back, but it fell flat. “Not at all. Go back to your party, sir. I’ll see you next week.”
Again, I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t know what else to do.
So I made my way toward the door.
A hard hand slammed against my chest before I could slip past Nathan.
“And Coach?”
I angled my chin toward him, waiting, my hands curling into fists.
“Watch yourself around my wife. Understand?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
He smiled, nodding with a pat against my chest where he’d had my shirt gripped before. “Test me, and you’ll find out,” he said.
He released me, heading back to the party.
And I drove home with murder in my veins, my foot hard on the gas pedal, knuckles white on the wheel.
I had to get Ariana alone.
I had to figure out what the fuck was going on.
I had to expose that snake of a man for exactly who he was.
And I had to start planning how to do it.
Tonight.
No Pressure
Ariana
