“Oh, he totally is. When is he ever this happy?” Cruz adds and I roll my eyes.
“Both of you shut up. Don’t worry about what and who I’m sticking my dick in.” I fire back and they both look at one another and laugh.
“You owe me fifty bucks,” Cruz tells Crew and I shake my head.
“And you bet on me? Assholes.” I laugh then look at Crew raising a brow. He looks around before he begins to speak.
“She’s serving him papers tonight,” he whispers and I nod.
“What does he think her reasoning is?” I ask and again he looks around before looking at me.
“That he’s a drunk. There’s no passion or love anymore. He literally goes home, drinks, coaches us but there’s nothing between them. There hasn't been for years. It’s a long story. I just don’t know how this is going to work even after they are officially divorced. I can barely look him in the eye as it is. I’ve been to his house. Man…” he trails off and I step closer to him.
“What do you mean you’ve been to their house?” I question and he runs his hand down his face.
“I fucked her while he was passed out piss drunk in his recliner. This woman makes me do things….” But I interrupt him.
“You what? Listen I’m not one to judge but if this gets out. Your career is over and we’ve worked too hard. We’ve got scouts coming tonight. Don’t fuck that up over a girl.” I tell him and he snarls.
“She’s not just some girl, Case. I fucking love her.” He states and I take a deep breath. I’m no fucking better. I’m in love with our stepsister who was an escort. But me fucking an escort isn’t as career breaking as having an affair with your coaches wife. I look at Cruz and he’s just smiling.
“And what about you? What’s the smile for?” I ask and Crew laughs, batting him on the back as he walks away.
“Good luck,” he says and I raise a brow.
“Um, are you sure you want to know?” he asks and I fold my arms over my chest waiting for an answer. “Fine, I’m fucking Deryn.” he states but I just stare at him not knowing who the hell Deryn is.
“Am I supposed to know who that is?” I ask and he smirks.
“Weston’s sister,” he says and I laugh.
“No way? Does she know who you are?” I ask and he drops his head.Fuck!
“Nope. She despises hockey and doesn’t follow sports at all. She’s a little on the…ditzy side but man…she’s really good with her mouth.” He laughs and I shake my head. Either he’s right and she doesn’t pay attention to sports or she’s playing him for a fool. Guess we’ll eventually find out.
“Well, that’s not nearly as bad as what our brother is into. Just keep an eye on him.” I say and he nods.
“I know. I’ve been meaning to ask you. Are we doing anything for Christmas? When is Dad coming back?” he asks and I shrug.
“I’m not sure. When he left we weren’t really on speaking terms. He just wants me to take over the business and forget about hockey. You know how I feel about that.” I say and he nods and takes a deep breath.
“I think our old man is jealous and resents us. Mom died when we were so young and because of that, he had to give everything up for us. He loved hockey just as much as we do and I think watching us go damn near pro—kills him. He sees ustaking the future he wanted for himself.” He states and I close my eyes for a second and take a deep breath.
“I know but…let’s talk about this another time. I have a lot to say on the matter, but I need to get my head in the game and not worry about how much Dad hates us.” I spit and he nods.
“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s get ready for the game. Oh, did Coach tell you, who you’re facing off with tonight?” He asks and I shake my head.
“No, what the fuck?” I say and he smirks.
“Oh, this is going to be so much fucking fun.” he says laughing as he walks away.
“Wait, what the fuck? Spill asshole,” I yell after him but he keeps it moving whistling as he leaves the locker room. Who the fuck could I be facing off with?
The game is about to start and I keep looking in the stands for my girl and she’s still not here. I can’t fucking focus not knowing where she is. The lights dim and an array of color lights go wild in the packed out arena as the announcer yells out our guest star for tonight’s faceoff.
“Ladies and Gentleman, boys and girls. The moment we’ve all been waiting for….” he trails off as we make our way onto the ice. Still not fucking focused I don’t hear the announcer yell his name until he’s standing infront of me, ready to face off tosee who gets the puck first. I look up and my eyes widen when I see Hayes fucking Valentine with a smirk spread over his face.HOLY SHIT!
“Nicoletti, it’s great to finally meet you. You ready my man?” He asks and I swallow thickly.
