Chapter 39: Sam

As I push my way through the locker room doors, I yank out my earbuds. It was the only way I could drown out all the people catcalling my name. If I hadn't tuned it out, I would have totally lost my shit. And this situation is fucked up enough without me adding to it by going off the deep end.

As I drop my bag onto the bench, my eyebrows lower, and a growl of displeasure rumbles up from my chest as I catch sight of an eight-by-ten picture of my naked ass taped to the locker. I grab the photo, ripping it down before crumpling and hurtling it clear across the room.

Fuckers.

Ignoring the guys who are already getting into their gear, I focus on pulling out my pads and suiting up.

From the corner of my eye, I catch Dylan and Roan walk into the room before heading in my direction. Their lockers flank mine. I swear, if either of them makes one joke about the situation, I will unleash the fucking beast I keep locked up tight. Just because I seem easygoing and amicable doesn't mean I