“Agreed,” Knox says with a nod.
“No more hiding behind masks,” Riven adds. “Unless you want us to.”
I take a step back, needing space to breathe, to think. “I have to go.”
“When can we see you again?” Jagger asks.
“I don’t know. I need to figure things out, to talk to my brothers. And not get murdered by Levi.”
“We’ll text you,” Knox says.
I turn and walk out of the shower area, marching through the locker room—where the remaining players are pretending theywere not listening—and out into the hallway. My phone buzzes before I even make it to the parking lot.
Asshole1: For what it’s worth, you’re fucking stunning when you’re mad
Asshole3: I’m sorry you found out the way you did
Asshole2: Take your time. We’ll be here when you’re ready
I stare at their messages, and something in my chest loosens just a little. I’m still angry and hurt, and I don’t know how I’m going to fix things with my brothers, or what the hell I’m supposed to do about the three hockey players who’ve decided I’m worth fighting for. But as I climb into Levi’s truck, I realize something. Though I love my brothers, I have to live my life for me, not them. I don’t want to give the guys up, not now that I know who they are.
*Asshole1 changed name to Jagger*
*Jagger changed Asshole2 to Riven*
*Jagger changed Asshole3 to Knox*
*Jagger changed Kane to Leila*
Jagger
Okay so you’re talking to us again
That’s good
Great even
But I get you’re still mad
Which is less great
But totally deserved
Leila
Yes, I’m still mad
Knox
We really are sorry
Riven
More sorry than we can put into words
Jagger
Though I’m gonna try
