Page 197 of Stick It
Together, we dismantle the asshole who was dumb enough to go after our girl. Four furious storms descending on a single, cocky bastard who’s finally realizing he picked the wrong person to fuck with.
On his knees, blood dribbling down his chin, breath comingin ragged heaves. His face is swelling by the minute, one eye already closed over and purpling.
With effort, he lifts his head, meeting our enraged gazes with his one good eye. He sneers through bloodied lips. “You came all the way to NSU…for her?” He laughs, a wet, broken sound that means we’ve broken a couple of his ribs. It makes me smile. “You’re more pussy-whipped than I imagined.”
He spits blood onto the ground. “I don’t get the appeal. Whole NSU team had her. Every guy said the same thing—forgettable. Mediocre fuck.”
My vision tunnels.Fucking idiot has a death wish.
One I have no qualms about delivering.
I’ll readily watch the light leave his dead fucking eyes.
Except Ethan blocks my path. I snarl at him.
“Don’t,” he says low. Then, to Lucas, “We know the video was bullshit.”
Lucas chuckles, the sound cold and deranged. “Is that what she said? And you dumbasses believed her?”
Jax grabs him by the hair, yanking his head back so violently I’m surprised it doesn’t snap. “The lengths you’ll go to because you’re jealous of her? Pathetic.”
Lucas scoffs, wrestling against Jax’s unrelinquishing hold. “Jealous?” he spits. “Of what?”
“Her innate talent,” Finn growls.
“Her drive to succeed,” Ethan adds, as though we’re ticking qualities off our fingers.
“Her ambition,” Jax snarls.
“Her determination,” I finish, stepping closer. “Dylan is the light, and you? You are a fucking cockroach scurrying around in the dark.”
He makes another noise of disagreement, but I’m fucking done listening to him.
“Finn. Get me his phone.” I extend my hand.
Lucas immediately starts thrashing. “Don’t touch my fucking phone!”
But Jax and Ethan have him restrained, and Finn fishes the phone out of his pocket before holding it up to Lucas’s swollen face. Given the damage, I’m surprised it actually recognizes enough of him to unlock, but it must as Finn tosses it over to me.
Lucas struggles harder, shouting obscenities, but I tune him out as I dig through the device.
Texts. Dozens of messages between him and Kyle going back to the start of the season. To the first game after Dylan became a Steelhawk.
I start to read through the first few.
Kyle
She won’t back off. Thinks she’s untouchable now.
Lucas
She was the same here. Arrogant little bitch.
I scroll past more of the same. Kyle spewing hatred and Lucas fanning the flames, until I come across an exchange not long before Dylan was attacked.
Lucas
You want her out of the games? A few broken bones should do it. Ribs, maybe. Wrist.
