“You’re welcome, you angry fairy. I kept my promise.”
“What fucking promise?” My voice lacks heat.
“To clear your mind and take away your pain. That kiss and the high I just gave you will take your mind off the fact you killed our best friends.” My face slackens. Xaden doesn’t wait for a reply as he shoulders past me. I stumble and catch myself against the edge of the roof as he disappears through the door, leaving me alone with my muddled thoughts.
Xaden Devlin is dangerous and I have a sinking feeling he will be the one that sends me over the edge of insanity.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
XADEN
When Cas and I left early this morning for training, that bitch was fast asleep in her room. I stood in her doorway envisioning ways to slice those lips from her face. Cas wanted to skip practice and take her ass to class like he promised, but I nixed that fucking pathetic idea.
Unlike the others, I won’t add hers to my treasure jar, hers will be framed and showcased above my bed like a trophy. Her father’s and brother’s lips will be added to my treasure jar as their deaths won’t be as liberating as hers. I long to hear her scream and beg me to finally kill her. I want to bathe in her blood and relish in the sight of her lifeless eyes.
Those eyes though…
I’m yanked back to the present when I’m slammed into the boards. I grunt from the force then whirl around on my skates to see Brady. My upper lip pulls back in a snarl, the fucker has the balls to stand there and smirk before skating away.
Fuck no.
This motherfucker is going down. I chase after him. When he sees me coming, he passes the puck to Lennox. When he realizes I’m not stopping the smirk vanishes. He drops his stick and raises his hands, but it's too late. I slam into him and takeus both to the ice. Brady groans beneath me. Coach blows his whistle and begins screaming at me but I ignore the cunt as I grip the front of his jersey and sneer.
“What the hell, X?” he rasps out.
“You ever come at me like that again and I’ll break your fucking legs.” I release the cocksucker with a growl and shove off him.
“Devlin, get the fuck over here now.” Coach likes to think he’s the one that holds the power here, but he and I both know who is really in charge. I take my time grabbing my stick off the ice and slowly skating over to him. His eyes burn with rage when I slide to a stop, spraying ice on him. “How many times do I have to tell you not to fuck with your teammates?”
I rest my arm on the top of my stick and lean on it, showing him without words that his warning means fuck all to me. “Try one more time and I’ll see if it sinks in this time.”
He bares his teeth in outrage. I wait for him to finally lose his cool, throw caution to the wind and unleash that pent-up rage on me. Fuck, I long for that day. “You keep pushing me, Devlin, and I’ll bench you for the game against Somerset.” At his outburst the whole team falls silent. Everyone freezes on the ice to stare at our coach like he’s lost his fucking mind.
“Come again?” My voice is low and filled with malice that he would have the fucking balls to ever threaten me like that.
Coach’s gaze hardens. “You heard me, Devlin. You’re a great fucking player and I know you will go pro but not if you don’t start playing as part of a team. You may be the best player we have but you aren’t shit without the rest of the team backing you. I would rather lose to Somerset than allow you to continue throwing your weight around like this team owesyousomething.”
“They do fucking owe me!” I roar.
“No, they don’t?—”
I cut him off. “Yes, the fuck, they do. Stormsend is the most feared team because of me, Miles and Neave…” The moment their names escape my mouth, I snap it closed. Coach’s eyes fill with remorse and that shit only serves to anger me further. When he opens his mouth to no doubt offer his sympathy, I cut in before he can. “Save your fucking speech, I don’t need to hear it. Bench me for that game and I’ll make sure you regret it. Mark my words on that,” I snarl, then shove past the fucker as I leave the rink. I need to cool the fuck down before I smash his fucking skull into the ice.
As if the universe wants to fuck me harder than it already has, the Somerset Eagles file in through the main doors. I pause at the entrance to the hallway that leads to the locker rooms when I spot Masen Kellar. His eyes lock onto mine and I show him every ounce of hatred I feel for the cunt. The fucker returns my look with one of his own. Him and his team of cock sucking pussies stalk toward me. I spot Kellan in the middle of them and shoot the bastard a look that promises pain. Before they reach me, I feel Cas at my back and the rest of the team quickly follows his lead. Masen stops a couple feet away from me, his gaze flicks to Caspian and I smirk when I see his eyes spark with betrayal.
“Oh, don’t look so sad, Masey boy,” I taunt.
Masen cuts his gaze to me and I smile wide at the look of utter hatred. Fuck, screwing his sister is going to destroy this cunt. I might even enjoy myself when I finally plow inside her wretched cunt, just knowing that it will destroy her brother.
“Fuck you, Devlin. You’re nothing but vermin in our town and I’ll be sure to get rid of all of you leeches.”
My team all laugh at his weak ass threat. “Whatcha gonna do? Use Daddy’s black card to pay us off, rich boy?” I fire back.
“At least I’m not a killer,” he throws out. All of these cunts assume I murder and that my family is the mafia, but none ofthem can actually prove it. The only one who knows the truth is Cas and that’s the way it will stay.
“No, that’s Toren.” His nostrils flare. He grips the strap of his duffle bag to keep from launching a fist at my face. We’ve all been warned that if we fight, there won’t be a game. The schools have told us that whoever throws the first hit, that team will be the ones to forfeit and none of us are willing to be labeled as losers.
“Keep her name out your fucking mouth,” he grits out, the fury in his tone sends a triumphant shiver through me.
