Trevor

Trevor

I’m barely even here. I mean, I’m here physically, but mentally? Not a fucking chance. We are playing the Salt Lake City Tigers today, winner moves on to the NFC championships, and I could honestly give fuck all.

“Hey,” Slater says, jarring me out of my head as we line up for the next down. “You good?”

I turn my head to the sidelines, making sure for the twentieth time this quarter that she’s still there.

“She’s good, man. She’s safe. You’ve got a whole team of brothers looking out for her and your two goons are right there in the tunnel. No one is getting to her.”

I blow out a breath as I nod my head. I called Precision Security, one of the most extensive security companies in the country, and had two guys on my property within eight hours. They have practically glued themselves to Sage’s side since then, which makes the 2k a day more than worth it.

It’s been a little over a week since Sage and Erica were attacked. The police couldn’t turn up shit with the license plate. Guess it was a stolen van that was wiped clean of prints and found in a ditch a few days after. They know where the Seattle chapter’s clubhouse is, but without more solid evidence, they can’t do shit.

Delcan and Slater both tried to come by the house to check on us once they heard but Sage needed the time away from people to just be, so I told them to hold off. She’s too strong for their pity. She doesn’t need or want it. I can see how on edge she is, though. The way she jumps when I shut the fridge too hard or how she has to turn every light on in the house when she needs a drink of water. She’s terrified, and I fucking hate that I can’t ease that fear for her. The only thing that will is getting this Alec guy behind bars, and I’m working on that too, but this stuff takes time, unfortunately.

When I asked Sage if she thought Alec was responsible for her break-in months ago, she cringed and shrugged. She said the idea had crossed her mind, but she wanted to believe it wasn’t. I still don’t have all the facts, so I’m not sure what to connect yet, but it’s obvious to me this guy never forgot about Sage. He was just biding his time.

Her dad heard about the altercation somehow, and the bastard actually seemed concerned, asking if there was anything he could do to help. I took way too much joy in telling him I was more than capable of protecting her unlike some. I ran a fuck ton of lines that day, but it was worth it. Fucking prick.

The ball is tossed into my hands, and I have to blink out of the heavy thoughts plaguing my mind as I scan the field. I find Seb trying to break free of his man before I look to the other side and see Slater spin around the guy covering him. I toss the ball to Slater just before I’m taken down.

When I pop back up, I watch as Slater crosses over into the end zone. Fuck yes. I look up at the scoreboard to see that the game only has five seconds left and the clock runs out. The final score is 27-13. Looks like we are going to the NFC championship.

I run over to the sidelines, wrapping Sage into my arms before she presses her lips against mine.

“Nice toss, QB.” She smiles.

“Thanks, Raven.” I smirk before setting her down.

Everyone around us is going wild, bouncing around excitedly as family and friends filter onto the field. I’ve got my family right here and my friends I can celebrate with later, so when I set Sage down, I wrap her hand in mine and start walking toward the exit. I’m not even going to attempt to get changed and leave Sage outside all by herself, apart from her two bodyguards I guess, so I figured that can be taken care of when we get back to the house.

“Isn’t Dad gonna be pissed if you don’t stay for the after-game huddle?”

I roll my eyes at her.

“Your dad can choke on a fucking dick.”

“Like father like daughter, I guess,” she nods in agreement.

I bark out a laugh as I swat her ass.

“Don’t make promises you don’t intend on fulfilling.”

“Well, it’s your job to do the filling.”

A muffled snort comes from behind us, and I turn to see one of her bodyguards, Jake, covering a laugh.

“It’s okay, you can laugh. She’s crude but hilarious.”

“They know. I have this game to see how red I can make their faces. Jake loses every time. Meanwhile Alberto is like a fucking palace guard,” she says, gesturing to her surlier guard.

“They are not here for your enjoyment. Leave them alone,” I say with a sigh.

“Well someone has to lighten the mood. It’s depressing to think they are only hanging out with me so I don’t end up dead or kidnapped.”

I frown at her words, tensing at even the thought of it, which causes her teasing smile to fall.

“Hey, I’m kidding. I’m sorry. I’m just trying to cope, and you know the funniest part of me comes from all of my trauma.”

Shaking my head, I kiss her temple. “I guess whatever makes you feel better.”

“What would make me feel better is your head between my legs and a few dozen orgasms. Think you can make that happen?” she taunts as we walk out to the parking lot where Alberto gets in the driver’s seat while Jake holds the door open for us.

“Well, our flight isn’t for another eleven hours. I’d say I’m up to the challenge.”