Second Chances

Self Control

Storm

We've been in the swing of things for just over two weeks now. Feyre and I haven't seen as whole lot of each other recently because we've both been busy between hockey practice, work and school our schedules are full. I got two more text messages from that number that were a little more threatening than the last two and I showed them to Jack. We both agreed not tell Fey just yet because it's been nothing more than annoying messages.

After practice some of the guys and I grab a beer at a pub by our house right off campus. We play some pool and darts, while shooting the shit. I walk over to the bar to grab another pitcher when the door dings behind me and I hear some familiar voices. What I didn't expect is to see Reid and not only him, but he's with Colt and some other guys from their team. I glance over and see red instantly because all I think about is Fey crying on the phone and those text messages.

I clench my fists at my side and try to use all of the self control that I have. They don't notice me at first, but eventually we make eye contact as I walk back over to my table. Colt flashes me a cocky grin and Reid looks a little scared, which he should be. He's lucky I don't walk over and knock his ass out right here. I know that Colt's mom is a DA and has some pull in the city which is bullshit because he shouldn't feel so untouchable... especially when it comes to me.

Garrett gives me a sympathetic look as I approach the table "Sorry Cap, I didn't know he was coming or I would have told you" he's a good guy.

"I know man, don't worry about it" I pour myself a glass and then grab a pool stick.

We get into a game of cut throat when Colt and his friends decide to come over to us. My guys are all on guard, they know everything that happened. Even Garrett wants nothing to do with them and Reid's his cousin "Look who it is" Colt says all cocky.

"What do you want?" I ask with an annoyed expression.

"Where's that sexy as fuck girl of yours?" he asks, taunting me.

I grip the pool queue in my hand tight "You can fuck right off Andrews" I say seriously but he doesn't give a shit.

"Aw come on Stormy, why you gotta be so mean? You don't like sharing?" my jaw ticks.

"She wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pool, so get over yourself" my guys laugh.

"Oh yeah? She didn't mind playing tonsil hockey with Reid over..." before he can finish the sentence I'm in his face with my guys closing in on us.

My blood is boiling "Don't fucking talk about her like you know a thing about her. Just like you..."I look at Reid "He forced himself on her because guys like you don't understand what no means and I'm happy to show you" his expression remains blank and his eyes darken.

"Last time I checked, no means yes" the guys behind him laugh and I almost lose it.

"Of course trash like you would make a comment like that. It's no wonder why you have to force yourself on girls... no one wants scum like you" he doesn't like my comment and gets in my face.

I pray he hits me so I can hit him even harder right back "I'm going to fuck her tight cunt whether she likes it or not... then I'm going to show you the video and..." I lose it, I see black and completely snap.

I get two good hits in before my guys pulls me off and the bartender goes off on Colt, telling him and his friends to leave before he calls the cops. Marty is a friend of Asher's so he knows that me, Jack and the team are all good guys. Plus we've been coming here forever and I'm glad that he has our back and doesn't kick us out with them.

"Cap, you good?" I nod and they let me go.

I check my knuckle and see it red and starting to bruise "You got his face good" Garrett jokes and the others laugh.