I sent Brennan a look of concern before I rushed down the hallway after the large figure while shouting "What are you doing?"

Chase and his friends were still standing in the same place they were before. Like sitting ducks.

Stone took large steps towards the quarterback like he was on a warpath and as graceful as a cobra without warning, he grabbed Chase by the T-shirt and threw him against a locker.

The sound of his back hitting the metal travelled through the halls and made me wince. What also had me concerned was the fact that four lockers had been dented from the impact.

I was shouting and so were some other people, but Stone did not care. The boys that were standing with Chase just watched as they appeared too scared to say anything.

None of them dared to cross the path of Stone.

"You fucking touched her?" Stone bellowed into the footballer's face, the tendons in his neck so tight that they looked like they were going to snap.

Chase laughed.

I had never compared the two males before. Chase, I had always considered tall but now he seemed to cower in front of the mountain who had a hold of him. Chase was well built but that was nothing compared to Stone's build that was over three hundred pounds of muscle.

There was not a second thought about who would win between them. I could not name one person that I thought would have the courage to take on the man built like a gorilla.

Stone had Chase off the floor and in his grip while he lowly sneered at him under his breath. The grumbling threats of Stone were too low to be heard.

The quarterback's eyes widened in fear.

Then Chase grew some sort of courage because he retorted loudly to Stone "What are you going to do when she finds you out? What are you going to do when you lose her?"

Stone reacted instantly to the words. He let out a growl as he wrapped his skull-tattooed hand around his neck and squeezed.

Chase quickly turned blue as Stone continued cutting off his oxygen supply.

I blinked a few times before I quickly unfroze from my stunned place.

I reached up and placed my hand on the flexed forearm that was holding the blonde guy's neck.

The contact did not stop Stone glaring at the guy pressed up against the locker with all the hate and terror in the world.

I applied more pressure to the bulky arm and tried shaking him, my gaze flicking between Stone and a very blue Chase.

Stone did not move an inch. It was like he could not hear me, and he had entered a fit of rage that nobody could break.

Everyone could feel the anger pulsate through the room, but nobody intervened.

"Stone." I tried to sound calm but stern despite my panic "He has had enough."