Page 23 of The Revenge You Seek
Because if she's hurting, then I want to be the one who's delivered that pain.
This class, I swear, is the longest of my life.
I force myself to listen and take notes because hell knows I'm already behind in my other three and I need to be on top of my classes before the season starts. These few weeks before our first game are going to fly and then once we start, I can only imagine how full on it's going to be. Especially as I have no doubt that Luca will be continuing to ride my ass. My foot bounces against the floor in excitement.Bring it on, asshole. I'm ready for you.
As our professor brings the class to a close with a detailed description of yet another assignment I need to embark on, I don't move. Unlike the rest of the auditorium who jump into action and begin moving toward the door at lightning speed.
I sit back and watch Letty as she packs her things away.
"Excuse me," she says abruptly as she stands.
Her eyes hold mine before I release her stare in favor of getting a close up look at her body.
She's wearing a pair of leggings under a floral dress and a leather jacket. I can't deny that she looks hot, she's Letty Hunter, she always looks fucking hot. But it's unmistakable that she's damn near half the woman she used to be.
My fists clench as I consider the possibility of someone hurting her at Columbia and that being the reason she's here.
Did some motherfucker ruin her dream of graduating from the college she spent her whole life dreaming about?
"Kane," she barks, getting exasperated, but still, I don't move."Fine, whatever."
She spins and is about to make her way down the row of now empty seats at her back when I reach for her arm.
I stand as she fights to slip her wrist from my grip but I hold tighter.
"Ow, that hurts," she complains.
I pull her back and she stumbles, falling into my body.
Every single one of my muscles tenses at her touch and the blood racing through my veins turns to lava.
"You think I care, Princess?"
"Let go of me," she demands, her voice low and husky as she once again attempts to pull herself free.
"Why are you here?"
Her eyes lift from my chest until her dark ones collide with my blue angry ones.
"Why areyouhere? Last I heard you failed to graduate."
A laugh falls from my lips as I lower my head down a little to her. To anyone around us, it might look intimate, like I want to kiss her. The reality is very different.
"Princess," I growl and her lips twist in anger. She hates that nickname, always has. It's the exact reason I still insist on using it. "There is a lot you don't know about me."
"Letty, is this asshole bothering you?" a familiar voice asks from behind me.
"No, he's not," I answer for her, knowing that the two goons from earlier are burning holes in the back of my head.
"We weren't talking to you, asshole."
"I'm fine. Thank you," Letty says, her eyes not once leaving mine. "I know how to handle thisasshole."
My chest grows tight as my anger burns hotter within me.
I lower my face down, regretfully ripping my eyes from her until my lips are right next to her ear.
A shudder rips through her as my breath cascades over her exposed skin, I feel it all the way down her arm.
