Chapter 70

“Cops turned up ‘cause of you. Coach suspended me, even right out said I can only come back if you allow it—what kind of fucking system is that, where―?”

“You got a problem with Coach’s system, you take it up with Coach, we’re going,” David said, reaching forward for Luca’s elbow.

“I got a fucking problem with this―”

“Why?” Luca challenged. “‘Cause someone touched you up once?” Jack went white. “Is that it? Who was it, Jack? Your dad, your uncle? Some pervy granddad? Some family friend? What’d they do, huh, just a bit of touching up, or you get raped? And you know what, if you did, then I hope they castrated the fucker, I hope they put him down, but that’s not being gay, that’s being a fucking rapist or a paedo. That’s―”

“Shut up!”

Jack’s voice was little more than a scream, and the white had gone grey.

“You shut up, you shut the fuck up, you shut your fucking mouth before I fucking kill you, you fucking disgusting piece of―”