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“She needed help,” Kayce argues, and I give him a stern look to tell him to shut the fuck up.
“All of you defend that girl like she is something special. Guess what? She’s not. She’s trouble. She is nothing but fucking trouble, and she will bring you all down with her.”
“How the fuck do you know? You don’t even talk to her. She’s lost, Cam. She doesn’t remember a lot, and she doesn’t have anyone she can go to. Why are you so against helping someone? It’s not as if she’s staying at your place and keeping you from getting pussy every night. So why do you care?” Drew’s voice booms through the now quiet locker room. The rest of the team watches the battle that is brewing between their catcher and pitcher.
Cameron sneers, “No, she’s at your place, and you are just hoping to sink your dick into her.”
“Watch it, Anderson. You’re crossing a line,” Drew growls.
“That’s rich.I’mcrossing a line? Funny you should say that. Where was she, Drew? She was a prisoner in a home that was up in flames. That’s not some family get together. She waskidnapped and stored there. You think whoever had her is going to just let her run free?”
Drew’s fists squeeze at his sides. “Exactly why until she can remember what happened, she has a safe place. Be a fucking human, Cam.”
He throws up his hands in exasperation. “Then let the police deal with it. That’s not your job.”
“Theyaredealing with it! And she is staying safe with us while they figure out what the fuck happened!” Drew yells.
“She’s ano one, Drew. She is someone else’s problem that you are making your own. One that doesn’t just affect you.” Cam blows out a breath. “She’s a homeless nobody. Are you that desperate for her homeless pussy?”
The minute pussy leaves his mouth, I see Drew’s eyes widen and his arm start to cock back behind him. Before I can get to Drew to pull him away, he swings at Cam, knocking him to the side. Kayce and I sprint over to the two of them, who are now on the floor, fists in the air.
“Hey! Stop it! Spencer, calm the fuck down! Someone help me separate them!” Kayce tries to wrap his arms around Drew to pull him back, but Drew swings his arm back, hitting Kayce and knocking him to the ground.
Mother fuckers.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” I hear Phoenix behind me before I can step in to help split them up. Both Cam and Drew freeze when they hear her voice.
“And now mommy’s gonna ground you two,” Kayce groans as he rubs his cheek from where he got hit.
Her head turns toward Kayce. “You will get a head slap for that, but first I want to know what the fuck is going on in here? Where the fuck is Coach Bertelli?” Phoenix steps over to Cam and Drew. She looks up at me. “Where the fuck is Bertelli?”
I shrug. “Somewhere around here. He left the field to take a call about ten minutes ago. So, no idea.”
“Separate right fucking now. You will both come see me after you get dressed. I want to know why the fuck you two are at each other’s throats.” She places her hand on her head and lets out a sigh. Then she turns to Drew. “Is Raelyn waiting somewhere around here?”
My stomach instantly drops. “What do you mean is she here?” I growl.
“She’s not here?” Phoenix’s head snaps to me, and she suddenly looks panicked. “I…”
Drew scrambles to stand. “Why would she be here? She was with you, wasn’t she?”
“I had to take a call. I was gone for maybe fifteen minutes, and when I went back to the seats, sh-she was gone. You all were back here, so I thought maybe she met you back here.” Phoenix takes out her phone and starts texting.
Without any more information, I turn and immediately run out of the locker room. I have no idea where I’m supposed to look for her, but I just know I need to find her.
Running out and headed for the concourse, my head swivels, looking for any sign of her. Nothing. The concourse is empty, not even security is seen. Sprinting past, I run into Asher, who has a confused look on his face.
“Hey, what’s going on?” He cocks his head to the side and narrows his eyes. “Tristan?”
“She’s missing,” I offer as I push past him.
“Fuck!”
I feel him next to me as I run down the concourse. I see him pull out his phone and text while he runs.
“She’s not in the training rooms. Phoenix is having Colt check the security cams.” He shoves his phone back into his pocket.
I come to a stop, feeling completely hopeless given how big this place is. We have no idea where she would have gone. Or why.