Page 29 of College Hockey Bully

“You don’t want to do this, man. Assaulting your teammate over that traitorous bitch is not a good look. Scarlett is enemy number one among the Wolves. Captain or not, you could be number two.”

“I’m not going to ask you again,” I growl.

He stares back, unblinking.

“Jesus Christ, Noah,” Odean exclaims, rolling his eyes. “I told you not to overstep. Aiden, she’s upstairs. Don’t ask me where. Don’t ask me who took her up there, either.”

I give Noah a push before letting him go. “For your sake, I hope she’s in one piece, you dick.”

“Choose your battles wisely, Aiden!” he calls after me.

Ignoring him, I push through the crowd and make my way back upstairs, this time crossing the bridge that leads to the main part of the house. The lounging quarters are on the right, bedrooms on the left. I make a calculated guess and take the left turn.

Cameron steps out of the first bedroom as I approach it, his puzzled eyes sweeping over my face. “Why are you so red?” he asks.

“Scarlett,” I pant. “Have you seen her?”

“Who?”

“Scarlett Pierce, dude!” I reply urgently, already moving past him.

“Wait a minute. What would Scarlett be doing at my party?”

I turn and move backward. His expression looks even more puzzled now. “You didn’t invite her?” I ask.

“Hell no! Even after your speech the other day, I don’t trust you guys enough to do something like that.”

“Well, someone did,” I reply, banging on the second bedroom door. I’d bet my entire trust fund that it’s Noah.

Cameron joins me as I turn the knob when no one answers, and I see a girl riding a guy from the football team in the bed. I slam the door against the sounds of the headboard banging against the wall and her ear-shattering scream.

“What’s going on, Aiden?” Cameron asks.

“I hope to hell I’m wrong, but I think they drugged Scarlett. She’s up here somewhere,” I explain, moving to the next door.

“Who’s ‘they’?” he presses, following me.

“Noah and his little gang.”

“Jesus Christ.”

I push the other door, but it’s empty inside. With a curse, I back out again. “He’s going to deny inviting her, but someone must’ve. My money is on him.”

“Goddamn it. I should’ve known that his little submissive act was just that. Noah’s got a hard-on for Scarlett that I don’t understand,” Cameron mutters.

I don’t want to hear ‘hard-on,’ ‘Noah’ and ‘Scarlett’ in the same sentence. Kicking the fourth door open with more force than necessary, I burst right in.

She’s sprawled out on the bed, her head titled at a weird angle, clearly unconscious, not only from the fact that her eyes are tightly shut, and no sounds are coming from her mouth, but how still she is while that dude’s hand is all the way up her dress.

I see red, then black. With a furious growl, I grip a handful of his hair. He makes a weird sound in his throat as I yank him off her, throwing him against the mirror on the wall. It shatters against his weight and he slumps to the floor with the shattered remains. Cameron grabs me as I rush at him.

“Don’t—”

Still seeing black, I shake him off, grabbing the guy from the floor, slamming him into the wall. He smirks at me. Wrong move. That smug look disappears when I raise my fist, slamming it into his face. I hear a crunch that tells me something is fractured.Not good enough for me.I draw back, then pound him. He groans while punching my sides which feels like getting hit by a five year old. Again, I punch his face. Again. Again, until my fist is a bloody mess. Cameron sighs dramatically when I drop his limp form to the ground.

“I know better than to stop you, but you’re cleaning up this mess, not me,” he says sternly. “I’m going to ensure Scarlett gets home—”

“No, I’ll do it,” I interrupt gruffly.

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