I let the side of my lip curl into a smirk that rivaled his own, blew a kiss and slammed through the doors.
The sound of the doors closing echoed behind me as I headed for Coach Lyons office. In the back of my mind, I wondered if my determination for answers was because of justice or my own personal vendetta. Either way, he should have never been let back on the team. I didn’t give a damn what the law said. Not being proven guilty doesn’t make you innocent.
I made it to the other side of the school where Coach Lyon’s office was held. He was perched in his chair watching the tiny television and looking entirely too comfortable for someone who did a murderer favors. I knocked on the open door and stormed inside, not waiting for his acknowledgment or invitation. I closed the door behind me and stood in front of his desk.
He watched me calmly despite my having just invaded his space. “Coach Lyons, I need to talk to you.”
“Young lady, I should throw you out of my office. That is not the way you conduct yourself toward a member of the staff.”
Was he serious? Where was this guy’s autocracy during the last four years I was bullied mercilessly by his star player?
“So if I was able to dribble a ball, you would be willing to overlook it?”
“I will not tolerate—”
“Why is Keiran Masters back on the basketball team?” I demanded.
“I beg your pardon?”
“He is still being charged with the murder of two students. One of them played for your team. Did you forget that?”
“Of course, I haven’t forgotten, Miss Monroe, but what I do with my team is none of your concern.”
The man was a royal ass.
“The safety of the students should be your concern. You would sacrifice that for a championship?”
“He was allowed back into the school, which means he wasn’t considered a threat. You have no business coming into my office and demanding answers from me, you little bitch. I don’t answer to a child. Now get it out!” he bellowed. Spittle flew from his mouth and landed on his chin as his face turned beet red.
Just as I was about to respond, Keiran’s deep voice sounded low from the door. “Monroe.”
My gaze flew to his tall form darkening the doorway. He wore a blank mask, but even so, I could sense the angry vibes emanating from his presence.
I knew he likely heard every word I had said and knew what I had tried to do. I actually started to feel guilty until I noticed his gaze wasn’t trained on me. He was staring down the coach who now sat back in his chair with a worried expression.
“Why did you follow me?” I asked accusingly.
“Wait for me outside.”
“I’m busy here.” I turned my head dismissively. I wanted nothing more than to get out of here, but I stubbornly wanted to do it on my own terms.
“Do you really want me to touch you right now?” He spoke the words softly, but the threat had an even worse effect than if he had screamed them at me. Why was he so calm? I had just tried to get him kicked off the team so why hadn’t he lashed out?
“Fine.” I gave him a look that said this wasn’t over and attempted to move around him without touching, but his hand shot out and grabbed my arm just as I passed him.
“Don’t go far,” he ordered.
I looked down at his large hand on my arm and suppressed the shiver of anticipation I could feel building when I remembered all the things he’d done to me with his hand and all the places he had touched.
“I’m sure touching is a violation of your release. Be careful, Masters. One might think you were attempting to intimidate a witness.”
He leaned close enough to whisper in my ear. “Any time you need me to intimidate you, baby, just say the word.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Keiran
I gently pushed her out of the office, shutting and locking the door behind me. Coach Lyons still sat slumped in his chair with a wary expression.
“Can you believe her, kid? She wanted me to take you off the team.”
“I heard.”
“You heard… Well, uh… how much did you hear?”