Riley’s pov

Zavi immediately let go of my arms pinned above my head and turned to them.

“Uh…” Jordan gazed between us. “We were just looking for you, coach said to—“

“Fuck off.” Zavi’s voice was cold as ice.

Jordan and Jake glanced at each other, then slowly backed away, the door creaking close behind them.

The room was excruciatingly silent.

He stepped back, without another glance he walked toward the door and stopped, turned his head back. “Not a word from you.” He muttered.

“Yes, cap.” I nodded, leaning back against the wall the moment he stepped out and let out a sigh of relief.

What the hell just...