Page 28 of Released from the Sin Bin

“Hey, Carter.” A chick slides her hand down my arm as I scan the large open room. “You played a great game today.”

We barely squeaked out our win and I couldn’t score a goal if my life depended on it. But sure, we played great.

“Not tonight.” I brush her hand off my torso.

There’s no sign of Vic inside and they didn’t set up any tables out front. I double check the back, but there are only a few guys bearing the cold, and none of them are Willa’s shithead boyfriend. That leaves his bedroom.

“Which one is Vic’s room?” I stop a girl coming out from the hallway off the kitchen.

“Second door on the left.” She doesn’t hesitate to answer.

I give the door two quick raps of my fist and give him a chance to pull his pants up.

“Go away,” he shouts from inside over the sound of soft moans.

Nope, I don’t think I will go away.

Stepping back, I lift my heel up and give the door a hard kick with my heavy boot like I’ve done many times before when clearing a house while a fire rages somewhere inside. The only fire raging tonight is the one boiling the blood in my veins.

The girl who is not Willa in his bed screams and covers her bare breasts with her hands.

“What the fuck?” Vic pulls his dick out of her.

It’s interesting to see it from this side, barging in on two people fucking rather than being the one interrupted.

I rush in and shove Vic against the wall, spearing my shoulder into his midsection. His fists come down hard against my back. I pull away to come back into him, but his raised knee stops me as it meets my mouth.

I step back with a laugh and wipe blood from my lip, waiting for Vic to pull on his boxers to go back for more.

“What’s your fucking problem?” He looks from me to Deanna in his bed, scrambling to get her tight dress back on.

“You.” I swing my fist against his cheek.

He comes at me in full force, knocking me back against his dresser.

“You don’t fucking deserve her,” I shout and grapple him to the floor as we both throw punches.

He’s a better fighter than I thought he’d be.

“I’ll date and fuck whoever I fucking want.” He matches me hit for hit. “You don’t have a shot in hell with her.”

I don’t, but Willa deserves better than either of us.

The music from inside has turned off and several guys come running in to either watch or stop us.

Drake jumps onto the floor between us as Braxton pulls me back.

“Knock it off,” Braxton barks out orders and shoves me toward the door.

“You’re a cheating bastard,” I shout over Braxton’s shoulder at a fired up Vic. “If you ever cheat or hurt her again, you’ll have to answer to me each and every time.”

“Go,” Braxton shoves me out of the room, but I get a good look at Vic cleaning his wounds with his debauched best friend licking them. Drake supports Vic’s behavior. They encourage each other to be complete dicks to any woman.

“Jesus Christ,” Braxton rushes me out to the front porch. “What the hell was that about?”

“I don’t like the way he treats his girlfriend.” I spit out the blood from inside my mouth onto a bush over the ledge.

“Neither do I, but you don’t see me trying to beat the shit out of him.” He pulls out a joint and offers me a hit after lighting it up.

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