Page 68 of Ruthless Blade

Chapter Thirty-Four

KAYDEN

I went back to the room, not wanting to wait anymore. Dylan was sitting next to Hazel, holding her hand in his.

"I need to go," I said quietly, hoping he would catch my drift.

I needed to go before I did something I would regret.

He saw the silent warning in my eyes, and turned to Hazel. He pulled out his keys and gave them to her. “I’m going to go with him to take care of...something. If you need to leave, take my car, but we should be back soon.”

Her gaze narrowed. “Uh huh, sure. Something to take care of.” Her eyes traveled between the two of us and she sighed. “Please don’t...don’t do anything stupid.”

He nodded, kissed her on the head, and stood up.

My eyes widened, wondering what I’d missed in his life. Probably everything because you’ve been so focused on your shit that you haven’t cared to ask how he’s doing.

Damn, I really was a crappy friend.

We walked out of the hospital together, the automatic doors sliding open with a soft hiss. The sun disappeared behind the clouds, making the colder air come out.

My hands clenched into fists when I started thinking of Lexi, laying in a damn hospital bed because someone put her there. Someone that couldn’t be a grown up and hash their shit out like a normal human being.

"Where are we going?" Dylan asked as we reached my car.

“We’re going to see Coach,” I said, voice flat.

He didn’t argue as he got into the passenger seat, and I started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot and making our way towards campus.

The team facility was fairly dark when we pulled into the parking lot, there were only a few lights inside. Coach’s dodge truck was parked near the entrance, which meant he was still here.

I got out of the car and slammed the door harder than I meant to. Dylan followed, his footsteps quick behind me as I headed towards the entrance.

The door was unlocked, and the smell of sweat and rubber instantly hit my nostrils. We walked down the hallway toward Coach’s office, and my heart was racing inside my chest.

What would he do? Would he even do anything? Maybe I should’ve stayed at the hospital, waiting for her. She should be the most important thing on my mind right now, but I also didn’t want the looming threat over who attacked her still hanging over her.

She needed to know she would be safe, that no one was going to harm her ever again.

The door was open, and Coach was sitting at his desk, looking at something on his computer.

When he heard us, he looked up.

"Boys, what are you two doing here?" his voice was rough, like he hadn’t slept in days.

"Is it true?" I asked, not bothering with pleasantries. "Did you kick Garcia off the team?"

He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest."Yeah, I did."

"He deserves worse.” I said through gritted teeth.

Coach's eyes narrowed. "He will, but there’s a process. The police will also need to get a statement from Lexi about what happened and see if she wants to press charges.”

“She’s going to press charges...” I said but he cut me off.

His gaze hardened, “You’re not her. This shit changes people, one minute they’re dead set on pressing charges and the next they get scared of retaliation. There is more that goes into it. Once the investigation is finished from both the school and police, more consequences will be put into place. I've already contacted the athletic director and campus security. They're reviewing the footage, and they'll be filing a report. Not much more I can do on my end.”

It’s not enough, not fucking enough. He needs to suffer. Ivy needs to suffer. Speaking of...