Chapter Twenty-Eight

Darius

It’s game day and I am fucking raging.

Corvin and I have been at odds since Wednesday night. I know I’m fucking right and my point was proven when he tried to call her that night and she sent him to voicemail. He has rose-colored glasses on when it concerns his sister. He needs to realize she is a lying, cheating bitch. How I let myself fall into her orbit again I’ll never fucking know!

I skipped yesterday and spent the day fixing my room and didn’t bother going today as well. I didn’t want to run the risk of bumping into her and strangling the fuck out of her. Sitting on the bench with Saint is fucking killing me, the both of us are itching to be out on that field with our team.

“Fuck, man, we’re getting slaughtered!” Saint hisses. I grunt my agreement. Corvin may not think it was Leah but Saint, Crue and I do. She is the only one who had access to our house. The thing that is tearing me up inside is not knowing why the fuck she would do this. What does a dancer gain out of getting two football players benched, but what if it isn’t about football and this is just her way of getting payback for me ghosting her?

“I’m gonna kill her,” I snarl as the buzzer sounds to signal the end of the third quarter. The defensive and offensive teams huddle around our coach as he tears them a new asshole. Saint and I are banished to the end bench, away from the team so we can’t hear shit. The stands are packed with people, there isn’t an empty seat in sight. I tear my gaze away from the team as streak of blonde in the stands catches my attention. I grind my teeth so fucking hard when I see it’s the bitch who tried to ruin me. She races down the bleachers and runs onto the field.

“What the fuck is she doing?” Saint says as we both climb to our feet. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket with a text. Saint’s phone also pings with and incoming text but we’re both too focused on watching her storm toward the Dolphins, or more to the point toward Gary fucking Hayes! My fists clench at my sides as I begin to see red.

“Motherfucker!” I snarl as I stalk across the field. I’m too far away to see what she is saying but she shoves her phone in his face. The fucker laughs and shrugs before saying something back, then out of nowhere, she slaps him across the face.

“Shit!” Saint says in awe, my vision blurs when I see him cock his arm back and punch her in the face. “You’re fucking dead, cunt!” Saint screams and he and I break out into a sprint as the crowd goes nuts.

“I’ll fucking kill you!” I hear shouts from behind us. Fuck, Corvin saw what just happened. Before we can reach him the huge screen behind where the Dolphins are switches from displaying the score to a… video. Leah is sobbing on the ground, Gary’s team mates have gathered around him and are shoving him while a few others crowd around Leah. The video comes into focus and I freeze, my blood runs cold at the sight in front of me. Leah lays naked sprawled out on the bed with a guy whose face you can’t see pounding into her. Tears roll down her cheeks, her eyes are open but glazed over, her mouth opens and she whimpers out a name.

My fucking name!

The tone of her voice in that video, it’s filled with fear and confusion and that is what has me snapping out of it and charging after Gary. I know it’s him in that video, I recognize the fucking room as the one I walked in on and found her in that fucking bed! Corvin blitzes past me and tackles Gary to the ground. His arms start swinging as he lands punch after punch. Gary’s team mates pull him off their captain but I’m on him next, landing right hook after right hook to his fucking face. I shrug off the fuckers who try to pull me off him. This isn’t how I wanted to take the fucker down but it feels fucking marvelous to finally get my pound of flesh.

“You’re gonna kill him,” someone shouts, the moans coming from the videos around the field fueling my need for his blood. An arm wraps around my throat and waist and yanks me off the bastard. He’s groaning on the ground like the fucking piece of shit he is… Piece of shit .

I still in Beckett’s hold as I turn my head to see Crue holding Leah as she sobs into his chest. It all clicks into place as I dart my gaze between her and Gary. He’s the one who was blowing up her phone, he told her she had until game day, she did this for him. I break free of Beckett’s hold and march over to her. Crue shoots me a warning look but I ignore it as I look at Leah. Her cheek is red and already starting to bruise, her eyes plead with me to understand.

“You drugged me for him?” I shout as she flinches at the harsh tone of my voice. “Why the fuck did you do it?” I yell.

“I… I didn’t have a choice!” she cries, assuming she did it is one thing but hearing her admit it out loud cuts me so fucking deep. “He said if I didn’t, he would post that video everywhere.” Said video is playing on repeat in the background, it’s then I realize that the message Saint and I got earlier is probably from an unknown number with a link to the video of him fucking her.

“You could have come to me!” I roar.

“And tell you what, Darius?” she screams. I feel Beckett and Corvin behind me but I keep my focus on her.

“The fucking truth, Leah! You could have told me the fucking truth.” She throws her hands in the air.

“Fine. You want the truth here it is. Gary Hayes spiked my drink at that party and raped me to get one up on you.” The air whooshes from my lungs. “I found out when I overheard him bragging to his friends at DCU. When I confronted him, he showed me the video and threatened to post it unless I took the five of you out. I didn’t even know it had happened until I saw the video!” Crue steps away from her as Corvin comes to my side.

“Why the fuck didn’t you say anything?” Corvin shouts. I ignore him as I address her, letting her see all the anger in my eyes.

“You could have come to me the moment you found out, I fucking told you I loved you!”

“You what?” Corvin snaps but I push on.

“I would have fucking ended the son of bitch before this ever got out.” I wave my hand around the stadium gesturing to the screens displaying the video. “But no, you wormed your fucking way back into my life like the snake I always knew you were and fucked me over so good. You broke my cardinal vow and I didn’t even have a fucking say in the matter!” I scream in her face. “You are done, Leah, there will never be an us again. You know better than anyone what drugs mean to me and still you fucking played me. Well done, baby, that was the one play I didn’t see coming.”

“You’ve been fucking my sister?” Corvin pushes in front of me, blocking his sister from my view. I take a shuddering breath as I brace for this shit show to blow up in front of everyone, except I don’t get a chance to answer.

“Your sister is a fucking slut and has been fucking your best friend for years!” I whirl around to Gary using the bench seat to try to push himself to his feet. I don’t think, I just act. I close the space between us, and hold his hand on the bench with my own as I apply all my weight to stomp down on his elbow relishing in the scream that tears from him when his bones break.

“You’ll never throw another fucking ball again, your career is over, you cunt.” I’m rushed from all sides, coaches and players step in to break up the fight. Shouts are heard from all around but I can’t keep the smile off my face knowing I just ended the fuckers dream of making it big in the NFL.

“You’re done!” The sound of his voice has the hairs on the back of my neck rising, I turn my head to the side to see Victor Hayes standing right there. The bastard looks murderous, he stands there in his thousand-dollar suit, brown hair slicked back to try look young but his brown eyes betray him and show his age. I feel Saint and Crue stiffen on either side of me as they let go of my arms, they know what this means for me. “You are going to fucking pay for that, you have no idea what the fuck you have just done!”