Page 47 of The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders 2)

“Ooh, I’m scared.” The three of them burst into laughter. Until Gallen’s eyes homed in on me... and my hand.

“What you got there, cutie?” He approached me and I backed away, my heart galloping in my chest.

“N- nothing,” I cried, staggering back until my back hit the side of a truck. But Gallen didn’t stop. He kept coming until he’d caged me in, his hands pressed flat either side of my head.

“You aren’t trying to call for reinforcements, are you?”

“Fuck you,” I seethed, my defenses working overtime.

His eyes flared, “Oh baby, I’d love nothing more than to fuck you.” He trailed a finger down my neck and between the valley of my breasts. My chest heaved with a shaky breath as I turned my head away from him. But he grabbed my face roughly, pulling me back to him.

“Just one taste,” he groaned, grinding his hips into me, as his tongue snaked out across my lips.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

He grunted with pain, the unwelcome pressure of his body against mine disappearing as he stumbled away. “What the fuck?”

Mya advanced on him, her fist clenched.

“Fuck’s sake,” Thatcher grumbled. “If you want something done...” he trailed off, leaving Hailee to come up to me. “You,” He jabbed his finger at Mya, “Keep your fists to yourself.” He gave the other guy a nod and he grabbed Mya’s hands pulling them behind her back.

“You can’t do this,” she thrashed against his body. But her fight only made the guy smirk.

“Now where were we?” Thatcher’s eyes darkened. “What I’m trying to figure out is are you Bennet’s girl or Ford’s?”

“W- what? I’m not...”

Thatcher lowered his face to mine; so close I could feel his warm breath dancing over my skin. My stomach churned.

“Bennet wants you. I’ve seen it. The way he watches you, touches you. And Ford doesn’t like it. I saw him tense just now.”

He’d been watching us? Waiting for them to leave?

Oh God.

“I’m no one. I’m Hailee’s friend, that’s all.”

“So you haven’t given it up to Bennet or Ford? Maybe both of them?” His brow rose. “Maybe under this little miss innocent act you have going, you’re nothing more than a dirty little slut.”

I pressed my lips together, trying to swallow some of the fear and panic rushing through me. Not to mention the truth.

Thatcher narrowed his eyes, assessing me. “You’re lying,” he said. “You’re someone all right and my money is on—”

“Shit, Cap,” Gallen said, not so cocksure now. “Security. We need to go...”

“Yeah, okay.” Thatcher stepped back, running a hand down his face, his eyes still fixed on me. “Until next time.” He grinned.

Silence stretched out before us, the air turning icy cold. Then he said, “Oh, and tell Ford I’m coming for him.”

Jason

“Who the fuck are all these people?” I grumbled. I’d gotten to Asher’s house an hour ago and grabbed a six-pack before taking my usual chair out back, but there were people everywhere.

“It’s a party. We’re celebrating, remember?”

Of course I fucking remembered. We were in the play-offs. But after a disastrous dinner post-game, with my father and Denise, I wasn’t exactly in a people kind of mood.

“Did you invite the whole fucking school?”