Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 115763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115763 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
He huffs out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, you seem focused as fuck, asshole.”
I’m not. Not at all. I feel lighter than I have in years. Maybe lighter than I’ve ever been. I feel like my conversation with Penny healed some shit that’s been tearing me up inside my entire life, and that kiss goodbye promised a bright future I’ve only ever dreamed of.
The anger that usually simmers just below my surface is simply . . . gone. Which would normally be a good thing.
But for me, the team enforcer, a mere thirty minutes out from what promises to be a very physical, aggressive game in which I’m going to have to fight like a monster? Not so much. I need to find that anger, draw it back up from the deep, dark well in my center so I can use it to unleash hell on the Torches in defense of my Hawks.
“I already hate her, you know that? She’s got her claws all up in your head, and we have a damn Cup to win,” Dominic sneers.
And there’s the anger.
Instantly, I rise, grabbing his jersey in my fist. “Shut the fuck up, man. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He tries to push me off, but I’m bigger, heavier, and madder than he is. I will also not let him talk shit about Penny, even if he doesn’t know that’s who he’s talking about.
“I know enough,” he spits out.
Howe and Brody join forces, pulling Dom and me off of each other until they’re standing between us. Howe’s lucky he’s the one with a staying hand on my chest. I respect him enough to not throw him off. Brody wouldn’t be so lucky.
Dominic points a finger at me. “Get your head in the game. Don’t fuck this up for all of us over some pussy.”
“It’s not like that!”
Dom stomps off, his slides squeaking on the tile floor as he heads to the bathroom. A second later, the slamming of a door echoes through the locker room. Brody immediately spins around, his bright eyes nearly dancing. “Honey’s got a honey?”
“Shut the fuck up, Jordan.”
“Oooh, must be serious if you’re using my government name,” he taunts. But he’s not as stupid as he looks, and though he has a shit-eating grin on his face and makes some did you hear that? eyes at the other guys, he goes back to getting ready, leaving me to do the same. Thankfully, no one else says a word to me either.
I don’t see Dominic again until we’re lining up for our entrance. We usually fist-bump before we take the ice, saying our motto of “you and me, two against the world,” but this time, he shoulder checks me as he steps in front of me to take his place in the lineup. Staring at the back of his helmet, I can feel it all slipping away.
Our friendship is never going to be the same once he knows about me and Penny. But I’ve chosen him for five years—over myself, over Penny, over any chance at happiness. And I can’t do that anymore. I won’t.
The only thing I can do for now is make sure we win tonight.
The game starts hard and fast, with Jack Off and the Torches’ center going at it right from the drop, sticks flashing as they fight for the puck. I hold back, letting them handle their shit, but keep a close eye, ready to step in if things progress from hard hockey to cheap shots. We do get the puck as Jack Off gets it out to Dom, who sends it up to Brody, but nothing develops during the rotation, and the Torches get it back just as Coach rotates us off the ice for the second line.
The next rotation isn’t much smoother. Or the one after that.
Last night’s loss is still hot and fresh for the Torches, fueling their every move. They’re aggressive but sloppy, their rage doing them no favors. On the other hand, we have the luxury of a secured spot in round one of the playoffs. Tonight’s game effectively doesn’t matter for the Hawks, but we never play like that. Every game is a chance to dominate, to shine, to win, and we attack it as such, showing no mercy.
Play after play, I hold the defensive line, sacrificing myself bodily to keep the Torches away from Howe’s goal. And while Dominic and I are mad at each other, it doesn’t matter on the ice. Our moves have been practiced for years, to the point where they’re automatic. I don’t have to look at him to know where he is, and anytime I need him, he’s there, and vice versa. It’s a dance between us.
There’s just one extra little problem.
Penny.
She’s on the ice crew tonight, so she’s constantly on the edge of my field of vision with a few other cheerleaders and the rest of the crew. And I can’t keep my eyes off of her.