Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 311(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
“You're a fucking asshole,” I snap. He struggles against my hold but can't break free. “You left her there, you piece of shit. And now you're pulling this music bullshit?” I shake my head, making sure he can see every ounce of rage in my eyes. “You come near her again, even think about talking to her again, and I'll fucking kill you.”
Hands wrap around me from behind, yanking me backward, but I shove one of his friends off, fastening him with a warning look that says I won't hesitate to rip his head off too.
Liam holds his hand up at his friend, and they back off as Liam smooths his crumpled shirt. “She basically begged me to leave tonight,” he says. “You need to calm down. We all know you have a hard-on for your friend, but she's never going to look at you in that way, so don't take that out on me.”
His friends laugh, and I roll my eyes.
“You're so fucking pathetic,” I say, not even phased by his comments. I step into his space again, anger rattling down to my very bones. “I promise you,” I say. “Hurt her again, and I'll ruin you.”
Worry flares in his eyes for just a second, likely his mind reminding him of the fact that I've been on our team a lot longer than he has, and I have way more pull with Coach, not to mention the owner. But honestly, his position on the Badgers is the last thing he needs to be worried about right now. Especially when I want to knock his teeth out.
“Fuck off,” Liam says, shaking his head. “Get the hell out of my house.”
“Gladly,” I say, my message delivered as I head out the door.
I carry Monroe’s three heavy bags to my car. She’s silent but calm as she gets in.
We make it back to my house in no time, and I put all of her things in the guest room that's next to mine. She takes a minute to change into PJ's and wash her face but joins me on the couch after she's done.
“Don't you want to lay down?” I ask as she sits close to me, our thighs touching.
“Can I just stay with you for a little bit?” she asks, tucking her knees up to her chest and turning toward me.
I move my arm, and she leans her head against my chest, a deep sigh escaping her.
“Of course,” I say. “Want me to turn something on?”
She nods, and I reach for the remote, turning on one of the documentaries I'd been watching before she called.
It hasn't even been ten minutes before she falls asleep in my arms. I hold her, not daring to move when I know how exhausted she is. And knowing she’s safe is the only thing that brings me peace enough to relax.
THE END