Luis Meyer. One of the fucking bastards that hurt her, assaulted her, took something that didn’t belong to them! It’sbeen years since it happened, but demons like that never die. They stick with you forever, slowly eating away at your soul.
I was so happy for her when I found out she has a pack to love her and care for her like she deserves. She’s been through so much in her past.
But this? Seeing this fucking waste of space here makes me want to go down there, grab someone’s skate, and slit his fucking throat.
“I didn’t realize he got traded,” she sighs. “I’ve been so happy...”
“Nope, we aren’t going to do that,” I tell her. “You are happy, and you’re going to fucking stay that way. Is that understood?” Like hell am I going to let this fucker take that away from her. He’s already taken enough.
I manage to convince her to watch the game, keeping my hand in hers, being the support she needs. It doesn’t help me, though. The whole time, I’m focused on that monster and all the ways I want to hurt him. He’s ruining this game for me. I should be watching my guys, cheering them on.
She isn’t completely settled, but she is determined to last the whole game. I’m proud of her, she’s such a strong woman.
Sometimes I find myself wishing I were more like her. She’s always been able to take care of herself. Meanwhile, I was forced to move back home with my witch of a mother.
Nope, Addie, we are not going to add another stressful thing to our minds right now.
I keep up small talk, trying to distract her, and before we know it, the Scented Scorpions are announced as the winners.
Jumping to my feet, I cheer, smiling big, forgetting for just a moment about the monster on the ice.
“Let’s get out of here.” I turn to Cae. She looks out at the ice for a moment before we make our way out of the stands.
It’s insanely crowded, so we keep our hands locked together so we don’t lose one another.
Someone pushes me, making me squeal in surprise. My heart starts racing, and a panic I’m not used to settles in. I don’t like this. I can’t breathe. I want to get out of this crowd, now.
“That was the door to head to the locker rooms,” Cae says loudly as we’re pushed past the door in question. Shit.
You know what? Fuck this. Fuck these assholes. You wanna push? I can do it too. “Time to be less nice,” I say, shoving my way across the crowd.
In the process, someone pushes Cae, and her hand slips from mine. Fuck!
“Addie!” she yells.
“Cae!” I shout back, going onto my tiptoes as I try to search for her, but I can’t find her. No. No!
I dive back into the sea of people, looking for her, pushing my way through. “Cae!” I shout, my heart racing as tears prick the backs of my eyes. She’s okay. Everything is okay. She just got separated, it’s not a big deal. God, I hope it’s not a big deal.
There are just so many damn people.
“Where’s Caelia?” Spinning around, I look up at Coach Miles. “Did you lose each other?”
“I was holding her hand, and someone broke my grip,” I tell him, tears running down my cheeks. “I turned to find her, and she was being pushed. Miles, she thought someone was watching us in the stands today. I don’t think she was being paranoid either.”
“Show me,” he tells me. I turn to find an older lady I remember the guys introducing me to, their PR manager, Marilyn. “Tell Santos to come find me, please,” Miles says to her.
She nods, looking at me. “I’m going with him,” I say, rubbing the tears away from my eyes. “She was pushed into a hallway, a little farther down. There are just too many people.”
“I’ll fix that,” Miles mutters, his hand on my shoulder as we walk. “Move thefuckout of the way! I have an emergency."
People start to move, giving us room.
“Miles?” I ask softly.
“Tell me,” he demands.
“One of the Alphas who hurt Caelia played tonight,” I tell him, voice shaking. “He was on the ice. What if...”
