Mistake - 15

Mike recovered faster than I expected, and I had only run halfway down the hallway when he grabbed me. He snatched the back of my hoodie and swung me around, throwing me face first into the lockers.

Pain exploded in my head and my vision went white. When color and shapes bled into the white, I realized I was on the ground. Something warm ran down the side of my face and when I wiped it away, blood covered my fingers. My heart stuttered, and I looked up at Mike. The look of fury on his face was like nothing I’d seen before. He was going to kill me! A scream ripped from my throat and I scrambled to get to my feet.

I screamed again when his hand wrap around my arm.

“Keep your hands off her,” Ryder demanded in a gruff growl.

“Get lost, Deano! This has nothing to do with you. She’s mine, and I do what I want with her.”

A growl rumbled through the hallway and I looked back towards Ryder. I sucked in a breath at the similarity in his and Mike’s expressions. “Brook isn’t yours,” he told Mike.