Page 80 of The Deception You Weave
He's really fucking pissed.
A smile twitches at my lips knowing that I'm leading him on and just waiting for him to try throwing his first punch. He's a fucking pussy who thinks he's all that. I've been waiting for years to take him down.
"Then you need to start reconsidering what you think. Because that's exactly what happened, Dunn."
"Luc," Leon says again, wrapping his hand around his brother's shoulder. "Just leave it."
Luca snarls at me, his fists clenching at his sides, building himself up for what's to come next, but sadly, he doesn't get the chance.
"Luca," Coach barks. "There are plenty of others who'd love to take your position if you can't take it seriously."
"Bro?" Leon breathes in his brother's ear, desperately tugging at his shoulder to force him to stand down.
"I'm fucking watching you, Legend. Hurt a fucking hair on her head and I'm going to fucking kill you."
A smile curls at my lips. "You're assuming she doesn't fucking love it when I hurt her." I know I shouldn't but I can't help myself.
"You fucking asshole."
"Luc. Dunn," Leon and Coach bark at the same time, forcing him to walk away, but from the tense set of his shoulders as he puts some distance between us, it's clear it's the last thing he really wants to do.
I'm not sure if practice is more brutal than usual or it's just my healing body, but by the time we head for the lockers, I'm fucking beat. I can barely move one foot in front of the other. I feel weak and I fucking hate it.
I'm the last into the showers, which is probably a good thing because it gives Luca a chance to get in there first and get the fuck out of my way.
If he started something now, I fear I wouldn't have the strength to hold my own. And that is not how I want that situation to go. When it comes, I want to be in full form so I can take the motherfucker down. Show him why Letty chose my ass over his.
Most of the team have already left the locker room in favor of getting food, there are just a couple of guys lingering behind.
Standing under the hot spray of the shower, I tip my head up and let the water rain down on me and allow my thoughts to drift back to yesterday and the revelations in Letty's letter, the devastation in her eyes as she told me everything she endured.
Before I know what I'm doing, I raise my arm and plow my fist into the tiles before me.
A guttural roar rips from my throat as I repeat the action again and again until the skin over my knuckles splits open and red blood coats the wall.
Emotion clogs my throat as I picture her alone in a hospital, tears in her eyes, and only that sonogram picture to hold on to.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck," I roar, continuing to pound on the wall.
Exhausted, I rest my forearm on the wall and drop my head to it as my chest heaves and my body trembles with exertion and emotion.
It's not until I finally pull back and turn around that I realize I've got an audience.
Leon watches me with his brows drawn together and concern in his eyes.
"Stop it," I spit. "I don't need your fucking pity."
"Well, that's good because you're not fucking getting it."
"What the fuck did you want? Or were you intent on just standing there staring at my ass?"
"I wasn't—nah, actually, fuck you, Kane. I was going to ask if you were okay, seeing as you were beating the shit out of the wall. I was going to try to be a decent fucking person. But fuck you."
He spins and marches away from the showers.
Quickly, I turn the water off and grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist.
"Wait," I call, rushing after him. "Have you seen her?"
