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The team were all inside the room and turned to look at us.
“Oh, for Christ’s sake,” Hughie groaned, watching us enter with a resigned look on his face. “What did he do now?”
“He broke the rules,” Gibsie snickered. “Boy’s going to church.”
“And we were doing so well,” Feely sighed.
“Uh, Johnny?” Cormac Ryan muttered, scratching his stubbly jaw. “Should you be doing that to Coach’s nephew—”
“Be glad it’s not you, fuckface,” I snarled, keeping a death grip on McGarry as I dragged him toward the showers.
“Stop him!” Ronan demanded. “Lads—help me!”
No one moved.
Good. These lads had loyalty.
“Think you can put your hands on her?” I hissed when we were in the showers and away from the team. Releasing his neck, I shoved him against the wall. “Well?”
“I was only messing around with her,” he growled, pushing off the wall. “It was a joke. Christ, relax.”
“Do I look relaxed to you?” I took a step toward him. “Am I laughing, asshole?”
“Back up,” McGarry warned, raising his fists in front of him. “I mean it, Kavanagh. Back the hell up.”
“Nice words,” I growled, stalking toward him. “Pity you don’t know the meaning of them.”
He took a swing at me and managed to catch the side of my jaw.
Dangerous move.
“You cheeky little fucker.” I closed the space between us, grabbed his head, and buried my head in the bridge of his nose. An extremely satisfying crunching noise filled my ears. The steady stream of blood trickling down his face did little to sate the fury burning inside of me.
“Ahhhh, Christ!” Ronan roared, collapsing on the floor, clutching his nose. “I think you broke my nose, Johnny.”
“Your nose will heal after a break.” Grabbing his jersey, I dragged him into a shower stall, slapped my hand against the circular chrome nozzle sticking out from the wall, and watched as freezing cold water poured down on him. “But your spine won’t.” Crouching down in front of him, I held his face under the water. “And that’s exactly what I’ll crush if you so much as look at her again.”
“I was only talking to her,” he strangled out, red-faced. “Christ.”
“Well, don’t talk to her!” I spat out, glaring down at his stupid fucking face. “Don’t look at her, and don’t fucking touch her. She’s not for you.” With great effort, I forced myself to release him and stand back. “Are we clear this time?”
“Crystal,” McGarry muttered under his breath.
“You better mean it this time, kid,” I said in a warning tone. “Because if you push me on this, I’ll kill you.”
“I’m done,” he grumbled. “Fucking hell.”
I cast Ronan one final death glare before stalking back to the changing room.
Unsurprisingly, Gibsie was perched on the bench with a shit-eating grin etched on his face. “Is he alive?”
“For now,” I bit out.
Kicking off my football boots, I grabbed a pair of sweats from my bag and pulled them on over my shorts. I could shower when I got home. Right now, I needed to get the fuck out of this place before I blew a head gasket. There were too many assholes in my close proximity, McGarry and Ryan to be precise, and I didn’t trust myself.
Ironically, the lyrics of the song “Stuck in the Middle” drifted into my mind. Shaking the thought away, I concentrated on packing up my bag.
When I had everything loaded into my gear bag, I left the changing room without a word to my teammates. Thankfully, Gibsie didn’t follow me.
