“Leave her the fuck alone.” A familiar voice rips through the atmosphere, and Colton snatches my phone from Moore’s fingers. “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from her?” “It’s none of your business, Thompson.” Moore yells. He grabs my elbow forcefully, and I wince from the sudden pain. “She’s—” His words die in his throat as Colton’s fist connects with his abdomen, making him let go of me and stumble back. I gasp, and someone rushes past me, pulling Colt back. It’s the team’s right defenseman, Bailey, but other guys are here too, watching the scene with surprise on their faces.
