Chapter 19

Wayne’s POV

“Hold your horses! I’m coming!”

I push my arm through my shirt as I amble through the house to find out who the fuck is knocking on my door at this hour. It’s barely seven a.m., and I have no clue who it could be. Only three people on the team even know where I live — and one of those people is Coach.

Blurry-eyed, I bump into a table in the hallway.

“Fuck,” I mutter, annoyed at the table and myself. I’ve slept like absolute dog shit the last two nights, and I’d really rather not deal with whoever is standing on my porch right now.

I yank the door open, a scowl firmly in place. “Wh—” I don’t even get the full word out before a fist connects with my face, and I stumble backward into the house. “What the…” I clutch my face as Robb shoves his way inside my home.

He slams the door behind him, then slams me into the wall so hard I’m going to be surprised if there’s not a dent in it. He drags his forearm over my throat, holding me in place as