“What the hell are you all standing around for? Get to moving.” Coach shouts, but his voice is far away which means he hasn’t caught sight of Deacon yet.
“Fuck.” That was Emilio.
“Hijo de puta.” And that would be Roman. I’ve heardcabrónout of his mouth enough times to know it basically translates to fucker or smartass, but this one is new.
“What was that?”
“Son of a bitch,” Emilio supplies before adding on a groan, “We are so fucked.”
I glare at Deacon, seeing the fearful panic in his eyes. I sigh and let go. He slumps to the ground, gasping for breath while clawing at his throat. Coach is about halfway across the field, so we have maybe another minute before this becomes an issue. Enough time for Deacon to get his pussy ass off the ground and fall into line.
I crouch down in front of him, balancing on the balls of my feet, and drop a heavy hand on his shoulder. He’s coughing and wheezing, but still manages to look my way, letting me know he’s aware of the very real threat I still pose. “You think my issue is that I’m jealous of a punk like you? I’m not. My problem with you is that you left a bruise on Kasey’s arm and when I told you to stay the fuck away from her, you mouthed off.”
“What the fuck?” Emilio starts, but I block him out.
I’m going to get my point across to this asshole one way or the other. Kasey is off limits, and if he ever lays a hand on her again, I’ll fucking kill him.
I grab his chin with a near bruising grip and force him to look up, his back arching from the ground, but he’s too weak to fight me. “After today. You’re going to pretend you don’t know her. You won’t look at her. You won’t talk to her and you sure as fuck will not touch her. Do you understand?”
He gives a slight nod.
“Good.” I release him and stand. “Because the next time I come for you, it won’t be anywhere with witnesses.”
I stalk toward the field, planning to intercept Coach, when I hear Emilio shout,“Puta madre, Que te Folle un Pez!”and turn just in time to see him slam his fist into Deacon’s face while he’s still on the ground. He knocks him out cold with the single hit.
“What the fuck did that mean?” I ask Roman, a smile curling my lips.
He smirks and tilts his head to the side, thinking. “The literal translation?”
I nod.
“Motherfucker, I hope you get fucked by a fish.”
I choke on a laugh. “What? Why a fish?”
He shrugs as Emilio—worked up and chest heaving like he just ran drills—joins us.
“It’s harsher in Spanish,” Roman adds.
Emilio glares at us both, anger clouding his eyes. “You better start explaining what you meant about him leaving a bruise on Baby Henderson.”
Roman’s eyes narrow, a vicious glint in his eyes as he takes a step toward Deacon, who is still prone on the ground. I grab his jersey and shake my head. “Not now,” I grunt, knowing exactly what he’s thinking and agreeing. One hit isn’t enough to satisfy any of our need for retribution, which is why he never should have gotten in my way.
His mouth tightens, but he concedes. Then, loud enough for a few of our teammates to hear he says. “Any man weak enough to leave a mark on a woman isn’t a man at all. Hunt is going to learn real fucking fast we won’t tolerate abusive assholes on this team.”
A few of the guys nod their heads, gazes sharpening with that information. Lines are being drawn in the sand as we speak, and I for one can’t wait for Deacon to get his next dose of fuck-you medicine.
EIGHTY-EIGHT
Kasey
Iignore the sounds of partying going on in other parts of the house and focus on my textbook. I’ve done a pretty good job of hiding from my housemates. I probably shouldn’t. My mom keeps sending me messages and leaving voicemails asking if I’ve made any new friends yet. Kind of hard to do when you’re actively avoiding everyone.
But there’s this strange irrational part of me that thinks if people see me, they’ll know.
They’ll know that three days ago Dominique Price dry humped me against a wall before baring my ass in an empty classroom and spanking me. And worse, they’ll know I liked it.
I groan miserably into my hands. There has to be something wrong with me when that thought alone has me clenching my thighs and aching for something else to be between them.
