And not just any fucking Bandit.
Andrey Petrov.
Fuck me. I might be straight, but even I can admit that the guy is good-looking. It’s understandable why bunnies literally trip over themselves to get close to him.
But last night, he didn’t have his sights set on a bunny.
He had his sights on what’s mine.
I sit up straight, possessiveness taking over me as my hand trembles with my need to do something.
Each image is worse.
Acid swirls in my stomach as I look at someone else touching Casey.
My Casey.
“Fuck,” I hiss before launching from the bed and racing to the bathroom before I vomit in the toilet.
You let her go.
She can be with anyone she wants now.
Casey doesn’t hook up with players.
But images don’t lie. And those pictures drip with evidence of what happened last night.
I retch again, but nothing comes up as the band that’s been wrapped around my chest tightens once again.
I can barely fucking breathe without her.
But it’s the right thing to do.
Using the sink for support, I drag myself to my feet. Running the faucet, I splash cold water on my face, hoping for a miracle.
I’ve got to be at the airport in an hour for our game tonight. I don’t have time to lose my shit right now.
I need to focus on my job, not lose myself over the fact Casey has done exactly what I pushed her to do.
She’s moved on.
“Fuck,” Linc mutters as he drops into the seat beside me on the team’s private plane almost two hours later.
Grabbing my cell that’s sitting in my lap, I turn my music up.
I’m not one to talk during our flights. I prefer to put my AirPods in and get in the zone, ready for what lies ahead.
All the guys have their rituals, from where we sit, to what playlists we listen to, or what games we play. We thrive on it, and if anyone fucks up our routines…well, we all know we’re risking our game.
“What the fuck?” I bark after Linc pulls one of my earphones free.
He smirks at me as he curls his fingers around the device, letting me know that I’m not getting it back anytime soon.
“Fuck you,” I mutter, turning to look out the window as the last of the guys and staff board.
“It’s not how it looked,” he says quietly.
My teeth grind as I breathe deeply through my nose.
