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Game on witch!

Little Witch

Bring it on, dick bag!

Her reply has a smile stretching across my face. I pocket my phone and head for the locker room to warm up for our game tonight. It’s our last one for a few weeks and I know coach is still pissed that James, Ezra and Leo are out for the season and he’s had to put their backups in, but I don’t give a fuck. We have the W in the bag. St Bernard’s is taking the L tonight and there isn’t a fucking thing anyone can do about that.

“I want you ladies to get your asses out there and make sure you keep them out of the end zone. You did good and now it’s time you do great and keep them at zero! I don’t want to see a single point for them on that score board, am I clear?” The entire team roars and starts banging on the lockers as we set out for the second half of the game. We are already up 32-0, they would need a million fucking Hail Mary’s in order to beat us but the challenge coach has set has us all wanting to please him.

Unlike everyone else in this town or fucking school, coach doesn’t care what your last name is or how much money is in your bank account. All he cares about is your skills and what you can bring to the table. He sacked Archer and Ezekiel from the team last season when he did a random drug test and both of theirs came back positive. Hayze and I tried to vouch for them and find a way to get them back on the team but Coach wasn’t hearing any of it.

As I exit the tunnel, I look up at the crowd smiling, with my helmet in the air until my eyes land onher. She stands there between my sister and the dead cunt from the picture with a smile on her face. When she looks down and spots me glaring up at her the little witch smirks, winks and blows me a kiss.

Fire burns in my veins when the guy leans in, places his hand on her waist and says something in her ear. She nods and pats him on the shoulder as he shuffles past her and my sister.

“Get your fucking head in the game, Hatchett!” Coach roars. I shake my head and shoot Nova one last glare before putting my helmet on and jogging out onto the field. My thirst for blood isamplified by the sight of her and that cunt. Hayze stops in front of me and smacks his helmet against mine.

“What the fuck are you doing, bro?” he shouts. I shove him back and shake my head.

“Fuck off and get ready,” I snarl as I get into position and try to get my head back in the game. If I cost the team this win, then coach will have my ass and so will my boys.

The game goes off without a hitch, I don’t let my focus drift to the grand stands. I do as I have been trained to do and throw the ball with presession. Johnson catches every ball without a single fumble. The clock runs down the time and before I know it, we did what coach wanted. We kept them at zero and won the fucking game. The team roars along with the crowd. I want to join in with their celebration but I’m too fucking pissed off to celebrate, so I head straight for the locker room.

It’s empty when I enter so I strip off and grab my shit from my locker and head for the showers. Homecoming is tomorrow so there is no after party tonight. I wouldn’t have gone anyway. We only go to parties when there is nothing else to do. Ezekiel, Hayze, Archer and I are the ones who make the party—Nexus does by default but only because everyone thinks he is one of us. I’m not looking forward to him coming back on Sunday.

After my shower, I pull on a pair of jeans and drape my towel over my shoulder as I head back to my locker, I slam to a halt at the sight of Nova standing there with an angry look on her face. I keep my expression neutral and step past her to grab my shirt and letterman jacket. I feel her gaze on me the entire time and relish in the knowledge that the little witch likes what she sees. I take my time dressing, the sound of her growl of annoyance bringing a smirk to my face. I wipe it off quickly as I turn to face her, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Little witch, you must be lost,” I say huskily. She tries to act unaffected but I can see through her tough girl act.

“Is Virgil Hatchett your father?” At the sound of my father’s name tumbling from her lips I see red. I snap my arm out and wrap it around her throat, slamming her against the lockers as I get right in her face. She claws at my forearm, trying to get free but it’s futile.

“Say his name again and I’ll snap your fucking neck, am I clear?” Her face is turning red and her mouth is open as she tries to gasp for air. She gives me a shaky nod, I release her with a shove, her head banging against the lockers but I don’t care. “Your family has no right to ever speak his fucking name!” I roar as I turn away and tug on the strands of my hair, trying to calm the beast rearing to life inside me.

“Fuck you, Vox!” I hear the watery tone of her voice and feel a slight twinge of guilt but don’t acknowledge her as she runs out of the locker room, leaving me alone.

“Fuck!” I roar as I slam my fist into the nearest locker denting it.

How the fuck does she know about my father?

My eyes widen as a thought hits me, she knows about my dad because she found something. I need that information!

Chapter Seventeen

Nova

My throat feels like it’s been fucked by Sasquatch!

After I ran out of the locker room to find Waylen, he took one look at me and ushered us out of there without even giving me a chance to say bye to Vivian. I shot her a text on the way home spewing some bullshit about not feeling well and I would see her tomorrow. Waylen has been shooting me worried glances ever since we got home but I don’t say anything. How the fuck do I tell my best friend that I think I have moved into a town that is ruled by a secret society that is run by my fucking stepfather!

“You look like shit.” I snort. Waylen shoots me a smile but it doesn’t reach his murky brown eyes, his curly hair drops forward onto his forehead so I reach out and brush it back.

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