Make You Beg

“Everyone move along,” Law orders.

Lockers slam shut. Shoes squeak on the floor as kids scatter to the nearest exit. I stand my ground. “I’m not afraid of you,” I say through gritted teeth.

Law laughs at that. “Well, dolls don’t have brains, so it makes sense you’d be stupid.”

I charge at him, but Monroe grabs the back of my shirt and slams me back into the lockers. His body presses into mine, pinning me in place with his six-foot-three muscular body. Dax Monroe is as solid as they come. “I’m getting fucking tired of you …”

“Why don’t you get rid of me? Like you did Brenda?” I arch a brow, poking the bear. I’m playing with fire, knowing that if I get too close, I’ll end up being ashes. But I can’t stop.

“Calm down, man.” Scout slaps him on the back a couple of times in some sort of Morse code. Some understanding that he’ll get his chance at me. Just not here.

Dax steps back from me. His chest heaves as he breathes fire. I’ve hit a nerve. Good. I want to break him. Every man can fall. It just takes a strong woman to do it, and I’m her.

Without another word, they all walk away from me and out the door.

“Henley?”

I look over to see Lacey running toward me. “Are you okay?”

“Fine,” I growl, throwing my backpack over my shoulder, knowing that I need to up my game. Dax is close. He wants to make his move and hurt me. Possibly kill me. He knows that I’m the only one in this town who can take him down because I saw him that night. I know everything. He won’t stand by and wait like the others are telling him to do.

“Are you sure?” she asks, pushing her glasses up her nose.

I ignore her concern and ask a question of my own. “What are you doing tonight?”

She frowns as if worried that I changed the subject. “Nothing that I know of—”

“Wanna go to Death Valley?” I ask. I haven’t spoken much to her since she found me in the men’s locker room earlier this week.

Her face lights up with excitement. “Yes.”

I feel like Lacey doesn’t have very many friends. I mean, why would she want to hang out with me when I am obviously a target for the Reapers? I shouldn’t allow her to hang out with me, but a part of me likes to have someone around. No one else will talk to me. I’m being isolated, and I think that’s what the guys want.

CHAPTER TEN

GRAYSON LAW

WE ENTER THE locker room, whooping and hollering.

“Undefeated, baby!” Mack shouts, walking over to his locker. He slaps his hand on either side of it, making the sound travel throughout the locker room.

“Okay, okay.” Coach enters behind us. “Calm down.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “You boys had a great night, but it could have very well gone the other direction. Law …” He looks at me. “You have to get rid of that ball, son. That sack could have fucked us. Thankfully, you were able to keep ahold of it. Even though we took a loss.”

I nod, trying to roll my shoulder. Pretty sure that fucker tore it off. I was able to keep it, but it cost me. I’ve been sore ever since. “They kept rushing me—”

“I know,” he interrupts me. “But that’s why we’re a team. To pick up where you need help.”

Monroe slaps me on the back, and I see Scout grab his cell out of his locker. He starts typing away on it. As if he feels me looking, he looks up and nods at me once.

I smile. I’m going to play with my little doll tonight.

My cock gets hard just thinking about it. I’ve been waiting for the day I’d have a chance with Henley Greene. Now she doesn’t have the option to come to me. I’m going to her.

“As you all know, we have a bye week next weekend. But we’re not going to slow down.”

“No!” everyone shouts.

“We’re going to hit it even harder,” Coach adds with a clap of his hands. “Take the rest of the night off and get some rest. Ice problem areas and be ready to get back at it at practice tomorrow.” With that, Coach turns and enters his office, shutting the door behind him.

We start to remove our gear before hitting the showers. Scout comes over to us. “I’ve got a fight tonight.” He looks at me. “You want one? He needs someone to fill in for one.”

“No.” I shake my head, not in the mood for that shit. I can’t fight as often as he does. One, I don’t need that adrenaline rush. And two, I’m our quarterback. If I fuck up anything, I’m out. I refuse to take that risk like he does.