Page 7 of The Vengeance You Crave
They always say the bad boys always win, and I guess Letty and Kane are just proof of that.
She loves him for some fucking reason I've yet to see after the way he's treated her. I just really fucking hope that he doesn't screw it up and hurt her even more. Despite being pissed at her, she doesn't deserve to have her heart ripped to pieces.
"You need to talk to her," Lee says, being able to read exactly who I'm thinking about.
"And you need to leave me the fuck alone."
His eyes hold mine as he lifts his hand to push his hair out of his eyes. The anger and frustration, along with a hint of disappointment, reminds me so much of our father that it actually makes my chest hurt.
Even miles away, that controlling fuck manages to get into my head.
"Luc—"
Standing so fast, the stool I was sitting on crashes to the floor, I stand nose to nose with him.
We're the same height, the same build and I know we're matched in the strength department, so when we go at it, we can both hold our own.
My chest heaves in anger that he has the audacity to stand there and tell me to just put everything behind me.
My fists clench and unclench as my heaving breaths wash over his face.
"Go on, asshole. Hit me if it'll make you feel better."
My jaw pops with my restraint.
I know that for a few seconds after the pain shoots up my arm that it will be really fucking worth it, but having to look at his fucking bruised, smug face afterward, no fucking thank you.
"You need to get out of my face," I warn, my voice low and rough.
"I wasn't the one who put myself here, bro," he quips with a smirk that I really want to wipe clean off.
Lifting my hands, I slam them down on his chest, forcing him to back up.
"You need to focus on your own bullshit life, Lee, and keep your fucking nose out of mine."
He throws his head back and laughs.
"Yeah, because it's that fucking easy when I'm watching you self-destruct, bro. We didn't make playoffs, so what? You're still one of the best QBs in the country. You didn't get the girl. Yeah, well, I think we both know that you were always better off as friends anyway. Letty was never it for you. I 'lied' to you. I'm fucking sorry, okay. But you can hardly stand there and tell me that you've never lied to me."
My lips twist in frustration as I take another step toward him.
"Like… where have you been sneaking off to every night since I got back here, huh? Who are you fucking?"
All the air rushes out of my lungs knowing that I've been caught.
"I'm not fucking anyone," I scoff.
"Yeah, I know because you're acting like a whiny little bitch who needs to get laid."
"Fuck me, Lee. Tell me how you really feel," I mutter.
"Will it make a difference?" he asks, his eyes wide. When I don't respond, he takes it as my answer. "You need to sort your shit out. No fucking team will want you next year if you're acting like a fucking pussy."
Snatching up my shit from the counter, I abandon my half-eaten dinner and blow out of the room, more than fed up with Leon's opinions about my life.
The guys are all shooting the shit in the den when I pass them on my way to the stairs. They hear me coming and their voices drop for a beat but when they realize that I'm not joining them, they soon start up again.
Taking three stairs at a time, I finally hit the top floor and lock myself in my room.
