We’re between the locker rooms when I hear Chase roar, “Get him the fuck out of the gym, and keep him the fuck away from Christy!”
Chapter Fourteen
Christy
I don’t know what to do. I’m so fucking angry about what just happened with Mark in the cage that I slam my locker shut as hard as I can before I stomp into the shower.
Did anybody see? Am I just overreacting? Mark was groping me every time he got me down on the floor, sneaking his hand between me and the mat to grab my breasts.
I scrub my arms down viciously with my rag, taking some of my anger out on my own skin.
Why does this shit keep happening to me? Do I fucking look like I’m asking for it or something? Fuck!
I throw my rag at the tile, resisting the urge to punch it with my fist.
Leaning against the wall, I let the water run down my back as I try to figure out a plan.
If I complain, what will happen? The entire gym will probably turn on me in a second. Half the guys here probably expect me to demand special treatment because I’m a chick.
If I don’t do anything about it, he’ll probably try to do it again.
Once again, it feels like I just can’t fucking win.
Maybe I should ask Alex what he thinks?
Shutting off the shower, I wrap a towel around my hair and start rubbing down my body when I hear a loud crash.
What the fuck was that?
Angry, muffled voices erupt on the other side of the wall but I can’t make out anything that’s being said.
Hurriedly, I run over to my locker and start getting dressed.
While I’m pulling my yoga pants and tank top on, I hear more voices yelling at each other. I think one of them is Chase’s.
Slinging my backpack over my shoulder, I walk out of the locker room to see a mob of guys crowding in front of the men’s locker room.
Chase bellows, “Get him the fuck out of the gym, and keep him the fuck away from Christy!”
There’s so many guys crushed together, I can’t tell what’s going on. Is he talking about Mark? Did someone tell him what happened?
“You try to keep me away from her and see what the fuck happens!” Alex roars and I feel all the blood in my head drop to my feet.
What the fuck is happening?
“Alex?” I call out, trying to push through some of the guys in front of me but they’re not budging.
“Stay back, Christy,” Chase warns and something about the way he says it really grates against my nerves and gets under my skin.
“What the fuck is happening?” I ask, and glare down the guy in front of me. If he doesn’t step out of my way, his balls are going to meet my knee.
The guy gets the hint and steps out of my way but there’s three more guys between me and Alex.
“Christy?” Alex calls out, and I lift up my hand so he can see me.
“Get him the fuck out here,” Chase repeats angrily.
The crowd in front of me starts to move and I cry out, “Why? Why are you kicking him out?”
“Get your fucking hands off of me,” Alex yells angrily. “I’m not fucking leaving without Christy.”
“Alex!” I yell out and shove the guy in front of me but it’s the crowd behind me that moves. There’s a lot of cursing, a lot of grunting, and Chase reaches me, grabbing me by the arm.
“What the fuck?” I ask, turning on him. “Why are you kicking out Alex?”
Chase glares angrily over my head, his nostrils flaring as he grits out, “He attacked Mark.”
The word is out of my mouth before I even realize I’ve thought it. “Good!”
Chase blinks and finally looks down at me. “Good?”
“Yes, good!” I glare up at him. “Mark’s an asshole! He was feeling me up every time he got me down on the mat.”
“I told you I’m not fucking leaving!” Alex roars.
Chase already looks pissed off as hell. I’ve never seen his eyes so narrowed or his lips forming such a sharp frown, but as I watch my words sink in, the red flushing his face deepens to a dark shade of crimson and his eyes gleam with mayhem.
“Oh fuck,” one of the guys next to me exclaims.
“He fucking touched you?” Chase asks, his voice harsh and cold.
I know I’m not the one he’s pissed off at but the look on Chase’s face still chills me to my bones. I hesitate, afraid I’ve made a mistake, before nodding my head.
Chase’s face darkens and his entire body shudders like he’s going to explode. I watch a myriad of murderous emotions flash across his face.
“Chase…” I say hesitantly, unsure what to do.
Chase has always been a little protective of me around the gym, like an uncle or older brother. And ever since his twin daughters were born, it’s only gotten worse.