It was refreshing and arousing.
When I touched Josie, she was only being touched by me. Not my last name or my family’s money. And, God, when I touched her. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
She was so reactive to my touch. Her body so responsive.
If I didn’t know any better, I would say that she had barely ever been touched before. But Josie didn’t hold the same hesitancy as a girl who had never been touched. She was too bold for that. Too eager.
She was a girl who knew what she wanted, even if she didn’t want to.
She wanted me regardless, and I sure as fuck wanted her.
Getting back at her brother only sweetened the deal.
I knew that he had heard about us too. I saw it on his face the moment he walked in through the locker room door. He pushed by his friends, the fucking fake-ass pussies that stuck by his side when everything went down.
He stepped up to me, a good four or five inches shorter than I was, and I made sure to look down at him as he spoke.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Beck?”
Oh, he was mad? Good. I wanted him to be fucking raging by the time I got done destroying him and his fucked-up family.
“Getting ready for practice.” I threw my pants into my locker and grabbed my practice jersey. “What are you doing?”
“Don’t act cute. You know what the fuck I’m talking about.”
How he thought he had the right to speak to me that way, let alone speak to me at all, was something I would never understand. But here we are. Him spraying spit with every word that came out of his mouth, and me not giving one fuck about what he was saying. He may have gotten a pass when it came to our fathers, but he didn’t get one from me. I didn’t give a shit what he said. His words were pointless. He was dead to me in every sense. And he would have been if I hadn’t been pulled off of him when I fucked him up. But smashing his face like I did, didn’t even touch the surface. It wouldn’t even take the edge off the rage I felt toward him and his disgusting father.
“You mean your sister? Hmm, what’s her name? Jodie? Jane? Oh, wait. Sweet, sweet Josie. She tastes just as sweet as her name,” I replied casually, but I saw his anger building. His nostrils flared and his hands shook at his sides.
“Leave her alone, Beck. I don’t want her around trash like you.”
“Trash like me?” I laughed, but there was no humor, and I didn’t miss the way Olly stood up or how Carson made his way toward us from the locker room door.
“Your sister seems to like my trash.” I leaned forward for only him to hear. “She was screaming my name over and over again yesterday.” I stared down at him and dared him to say a fucking word. “She was begging me for it.”
He held my eyes, staring up at me with disgust pulsating his features. I grabbed his t-shirt and slammed my chest against his.
“Begging. For. It,” I hissed. “And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. Unless you want your precious sister to know all about the fucked-up filth her name holds. What’s it going to be?”
“Fuck you.” He shoved away from my chest, and I let him go.
My blood was boiling inside my veins and my temper was good for no one. In the end, I would fuck over the Voses, and I would hit them exactly where it hurt.
Because there was nothing Joseph Vos loved more than his own name and legacy. He admired power and money, and his name was the greatest power he had. And his name was something Lucas almost ruined.
He would have ruined it too if I hadn’t let my own rage get the best of me. When I found out what Lucas had done, I couldn’t be stopped.
No one could pull me from him as I slammed my fist into his flesh like a madman.
I couldn’t even remember anyone else being there until four police officers pulled me off Lucas after they had witnessed what I had done.
And Joseph Vos took advantage of that fact. His son had committed the crime, but I was the one who got arrested.
A son for a son. It was the deal they had made.
Apparently, it was the deal they used to protect us both.
A deal I refused to live by.
I was going to handle it on my own.
My father would be furious, but that was a risk I had to take.
He wanted some quick revenge with Josie and then I would forget it all and move on and things would be peachy again between our families. But I wasn’t here to play tit for tat.
He had warned me again to stay away from her after our golf expedition yesterday. His exact words were, “She’s a nice girl.”
No part of me hesitated because she was a nice girl.
If anything, I didn’t want to hurt her because she was the exact opposite of what they expected her to be. She was the exact opposite of any of them.
But she was still a Vos, her father’s blood ran through her veins, and that was something I couldn’t forget. Unfortunately, Josie Vos would be the most beautiful collateral damage Clermont Bay had ever seen.
I jerked my jersey over my head and pulled on my shorts. Olly was still watching Lucas where he stood on the opposite side of the locker room as I sat down and started pulling on my cleats.
Today was our first practice of the year. We wouldn’t have a game for several more weeks,
