8

Jason

“What the fuck happened?” I demanded the second Cam and Asher arrived at our regular spot in Bell’s, a local bar run by an ex-Raider and one of our biggest fans. My eyes flicked to Hailee who was quiet and a little pale at his side. I barely even acknowledged Felicity. I couldn’t risk her pulling that hypnotic voodoo crap on me, not here.

“Well?” I arched my brow, growing impatient.

“It was Thatcher. He showed up at The Alley.”

“He was bothering you?” Meeting my step-sister’s gaze, my eyes bore into hers, and she gave me a small nod.

“Fuck.” I raked a hand through my hair, trying to rein in the anger I felt coursing through my veins. Thatcher was supposed to be my problem. Mine and the team’s. He was never supposed to go after Hailee. But that shit was on me and I’d deal with it.

One way or another, Thatcher would get what was coming to him. Even if I had to bide my time until the season was done.

My fist curled against my thigh, anger radiating deep inside me. Fucking Lewis Tha