Penn (Pittsburgh Titans #17) Read Online Sawyer Bennett

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Pittsburgh Titans Series by Sawyer Bennett
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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“Defense—don’t overcommit. Stay between the puck and the net. You know how Edmonton likes to cycle in deep. Don’t get cute, just get it out.”

We all nod, murmurs of agreement rippling through the room.

“And one more thing,” West says, glancing my way. “I don’t think I need to say this, but I will. We’ve got a brother in here who put it all on the line this week—for justice, for what’s right, and for the people he cares about. That takes guts. And that’s the kind of character I want on this team.”

It’s quiet for a beat. Then Stone clears his throat and steps away from the huddle. “Speaking of that…”

We all watch as he walks to his stall and pulls out something purple and shiny. He unfolds it, shakes it out, and I tilt my head, confused as to what it is.

It looks like… a cape?

“Penn,” Stone says, and I jolt as he looks at me directly. “This isn’t the snazziest thing and Harlow worked hard on it last night to get it ready, but we…” He motions around to indicate the team. “We wanted to let you know how much we respect what you’re doing. And how grateful we are that you’ve decided to open up to us.”

With a flourish, he turns the cape around and I read the words crudely cut out of what looks like felt: Hero Status: Unlocked.

My mouth drops open. I’m speechless. It’s so fucking ridiculous and ugly, and yet… I know deep in my gut I’ll cherish it for the rest of my life.

Several of the guys whoop and Lucky yells out, “Captain Vengeance! It’s about damn time someone got a cape around here!”

Stone steps over, holding it out to me. “Not all heroes wear capes, my man. But we all think you should.”

The whole room cheers. I actually have to rub a hand down my face to keep from grinning like an idiot. I take the cape, shake my head in disbelief, and drape it over my shoulders.

“Feel free to make fun of me later,” I say dryly.

“Nope,” King says. “We’re making this a thing.”

It’s just so fucking ludicrous. And also one of the best fucking moments I’ve ever had in a locker room.

And just like that, it’s game time.

We tap gloves, bump fists. My line heads for the tunnel and I pull my helmet on, adrenaline spiking. Mila’s safe. My team has my back. The past is behind me.

And now?

Now we play some damn hockey.

CHAPTER 21

Mila

I always find it amazing that my experience with what happened to Nathan didn’t turn me off hockey. Especially given the fact that my brother was responsible for Nathan’s death and my father was willing to look past it. I practically grew up on the ice, always at my dad’s and brother’s sides—coach and player. And while I didn’t want to play the sport myself, I could skate with the best of them and was the Wraiths’ biggest cheerleader.

So as I sit here now in Edmonton’s arena watching the game, I take it all in. There’s something about the chill in the air that always feels sharper when you’re watching a game in enemy territory. There’s something about being in the minority of fans that makes me cheer harder.

The lights are bright. The boards are scuffed. The glass rattles with each hit. But it’s the sound of the Edmonton crowd—half excitement, half animosity—that tightens the competitive coil in my stomach.

We’re in seats at center ice, elevated high enough to see everything, yet close enough that I can practically feel the vibration of skates scraping the ice. Penn told me he got good tickets for us, and I marveled at that since this has all been such spur-of-the-moment planning. When I mentioned it to him, he leveled an adorably boyish smirk at me. “There are a few benefits to being a star in the league.”

Indeed.

Jackson is seated beside me, broad-shouldered and relaxed in his posture, but his gaze never stops moving. One eye on the game, one on the people in the stands below us, and another—I swear—somehow on me.

“This is intense,” I mutter, leaning forward as Penn takes the face-off.

Jackson chuckles softly. “And here I thought you’d seen him play before.”

“I have,” I say quickly. “But it just feels different for some reason.”

“Because things are starting to come to a head?” he asks, twisting to look at me.

Maybe. But more likely because my feelings for Penn grow deeper by the minute. I keep that to myself though and give a semi-truth. “I think just since the article came out.”

Jackson appraises me, somehow seems to see through my excuse. “You mean since Penn stood up in front of the world and dared four men to come for him in order to protect you?”

God, it was brave, and daring, and I’ll admit… sexy as hell. “Yeah… since that,” I say with warm cheeks.


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