With my guys.
Chapter 34
Ginny
Racing out of therink I make a beeline straight to my car and jump in. I toss my bag and phone onto the passenger seat. I can hear it ringing, but I refuse to answer it. There’s nothing left for me to say. My dad saw how Antony was talking to me, the grip he had on me. Yet, he was more concerned with believing what Antony said.
Yeah, it’s true. Well, in a way. I’m not whoring myself out to his team, but I am in love with three of his players. And they love me.
My dad can accept it or he can fuck the hell off. It’s time he put me first for a change.
The moment I step onto the porch at Chase and Carter’s place, my body finally gives in to the weight of everything. My hands tremble as I clutch the straps of my bag in one hand and my phone in the other. When I pulled behind their truck and parked, I turned off my phone, ignoring the texts and missed calls from my dad.
Lifting my fist, I knock.
I shift back and forth, waiting anxiously for them to answer the door. My heart pounds so hard that I can feel it in my throat, and the cold air bites at my skin, though it’s nothing compared to the ice running through my veins after everything that’s happened.
I don’t know how I made it here. I barely remember getting in my car, my vision blurred with unshed tears, my breaths shallow and ragged as I fought my hardest not to cry. But now, standing in front of the door that holds the only people who truly make me feel safe, I have to summon the last bit of strength I have left.
I hear the laughter and the thud of footsteps getting louder the closer to me the person gets. The door swings open and Carter’s smiling face locks on me, his dark green eyes scanning my face, instantly picking up that something’s wrong. And I lose it. The tears break free.
"Shit, Ginny," he breathes, stepping aside to let me in. "What happened?"
I open my mouth, but the words won’t come. Before I can even think of how to explain, I feel myself being pulled into his strong embrace. His arms wrap around me tightly, holding me together when all I want to do is fall apart.
Blake and Chase are there in seconds. Carter hands me over to them and their warmth surrounds me, their touches grounding me. Blake’s hand cups the back of my head as he murmurs softly, "You’re safe, Little One. Whatever it is, we’ve got you."
I take a shaky breath and force myself to speak. "It’s Antony. And my dad." My voice cracking with each word. "They—they cornered me at the rink. Antony—he—" My breath stutters, and I shake my head, trying to get the words out.
“Shh,” Chase hushes me, “Let’s sit down, and then you can tell us the rest. Carter, get her some water.”
“On it,” he replies before rushing away. Chase holds me steady, while Blake takes my bag from me and they both guideme over to the couch, lowering me down on the cushion as they take a seat on either side of me.
“Here you go, Pixie.” Carter hands me the glass of water, then kneels in front of me, placing his hands on my knees, giving them a reassuring squeeze.
"Antony grabbed my wrist. He wouldn’t let go. Not even when I asked, or when I demanded that he do. He was saying all these disgusting things, accusing me of—of sleeping around with the team. The entire team."
Chase tenses beside me, his entire body going rigid. "That son of a bitch," he growls.
Blake’s jaw clenches. "He touched you?" His voice is dangerously low.
I nod, my hands gripping Carter’s hands on my knees like it’s the only thing tethering me to this moment. "My dad showed up. He heard everything, but instead of backing me up, he—he actually hesitated, like he might believe Antony. Like he thought there was a chance I’d do what he was accusing me of." My voice breaks on the last word, the betrayal cutting deep.
A strangled sound escapes Carter, like he’s barely holding back his rage. "And then?"
"I told them both I was done," I whisper. "I ran away. From skating. From my dad. From everything. I want to be with the three of you."
Silence settles over the room, thick and heavy. Carter reaches up, cupping my cheek as he wipes away the tears.
"You’re not alone in this," he says firmly.
Blake presses a kiss to my temple. "You have us."
Chase nudges his shoulder against mine. "Always."
The last of my resolve crumbles, and I let them comfort me, their arms wrapping around me as exhaustion takes over.
I don’t fight it.
