Page 189 of Puck Prince

“Dude, what in the actual fuck is going on?”

“She didn’t tell you?” I hate the smug look on his face—that he knows something about Callie that I don’t.

“She didn’t tell me shit. She came out of Coach’s office crying, saying she has to leave. She wouldn’t say anything else.”

Miles chuckles dryly. “Of course she didn’t.”

I’m not amused. None of this is funny.

“Since you seem to know what happened, why don’t you tell me?”

“Alright, if that’s what you want.” Miles lifts his chin before going on. “Callie came onto me.”

Okay, so maybe this is a little funny. I snort out a laugh. “The fuck you talkin’ about?”

“Laugh if you want, but it’s true. It’s been happening for weeks.”

Bullshit.

“Bullshit.” The filter between my head and my mouth is thinner than ever. I square up to him. “She wouldn’t do that.”

“Except she did. And she has been. It’s been going on for weeks now.”

A cocktail of mixed feelings swirls around in my head. There’s no way he’s telling the truth. Callie doesn’t even like Miles. I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

I don’t believe it.

“You’re lying, Solomon. This isn’t the first time she’s been rattled after being around you. What did you do?”

“You don’t want to do this, Sharpe.”

Miles moves to walk around me, but I block his path. “What really happened at the charity event? I found her after she was alone with you, and she looked just as scared as she did today.”

“You mean when she tried to kiss me?”

His words hit me like a punch to the mouth, but that’s what he wants. He’s trying to catch me off guard, but my gut says differently. My gutknowsdifferently.

I know Callie.

“She wouldn’t do that.”

Miles snorts. “Fuck, man—she hid a pregnancy from you. She got this job because she’s the coach’s niece, and then she brainwashed you into thinking she’s something special. She’s not. What she is, is a great liar.”

“Shut your fucking mouth, Solomon.” I shove him back half a step, but he rebounds quickly.

He keeps going, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Things are about to change around here, Sharpe. More than you know. You’ve paraded around like the alpha, but I thinkyouare the one who needs to back the fuck up.”

But I don’t.

I do something that could end my career, end my friendships, even end my chances with Callie. But I don’t care.

I rear back and, before Miles can even see me coming, my fist collides with his jaw.

The vibration rattles through my bones and up my arm. My knuckles burst with pain. The hit is almost enough to take him to the ground. Almost.

Instead, his head snaps sideways and then he’s back, scowling at me with bloody teeth. His eyes drag up to mine like a knife. “I should fucking kill you for that.”

He comes at me, slamming me against the wall. He gets one slug to my stomach in, but his equilibrium is off because his next shot misses, hitting the wall instead. It gives me the opportunity to change my position. When he charges me again, I take him to the floor.

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