I don’t respond.
“Saw you online.” He drags his stare down my body. “You must be something special to need three guys.”
He doesn’t even deserve a response. I move to step around him.
He sidesteps. Blocks me. “What is it? Are you that insatiable? Need multiple men to keep you satisfied?”
I don’t engage, and I move out of his way again, focusing on getting back to the safety of the box.
“I could help with that.” He’s closer now, smelling like whiskey and cologne thick enough to choke on. “Get in on the rotation. I bet I could please you better than all three of them combined.”
I keep walking.
His hand clamps around my wrist. It’s too tight. Pain shoots up my arm.
I spin. “Let go.”
“Come on.” He’s grinning like this is funny. “Don’t be like that. You’re clearly into sharing. What’s one more?”
I yank my arm, but he doesn’t release me. His other hand reaches for my waist, and I drive my knee up, hitting him in the balls.
He doubles over, gasping. His grip loosens, and I rip my wrist free and run. The box door is ten feet away. Five. My palm hits the handle, and I’m inside, breathing hard.
Callum’s on his feet. “Red, did you see that shot? I told you this goalie—” He stops and reads my face. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
He crosses to me and reaches for my hand. I let him take it because refusing would only make it worse. His fingers brush my wrist, and I flinch.
He freezes and lifts my arm, examining the red marks already darkening. He sees them—fingerprints, clear as day.
His breathing changes. Faster. Shallower. Like he’s deciding whether to break something. “Who did this to you?”
“It’s nothing.”
Evan is beside us now, and Silas is standing, noticing that something is wrong.
“It’snotnothing.” Callum’s grip on my hand stays gentle, but his shoulders are coiled tight. “Who touched you?”
“Some guy in the hallway.” I pull my hand back. “I handled it.”
Silas crosses his arms. “Handled it how?”
“Kicked him in the balls and left.”
Callum’s mouth twitches. “Good girl.”
But fury still radiates off him—off all of them.
“What happened?” Evan’s watching me carefully.
I hesitate.
“Tania.” Silas moves closer. “What happened?”
“Some guy recognized me, and then he made a comment about needing multiple men.” I cross my arms. “He grabbed me. So, I kicked him and came back.”
Callum heads for the door.
