“Fuck!” I growled, stripping down to my base layer as fast as humanly possible.
Gavin looked over at me while pulling his jersey up over his head. “Cox, you good?”
Why the fuck is he being nice to me all of a sudden?
“It’s Myla. I think she’s getting messed with by that guy.”
Gavin started to strip down in rapid fire, too. “What the fuck are we still doing here then?” We both yanked on sweats and sprinted out of the locker room with our hockey sticks in hand. “They’re probably in the parking garage. There is a VIP section for those seats they were in, this way.”
Flying down the stairs of the parking garage, my mind was on one thing: killing that dude before he took advantage of my sister.
We found the only parked car in the VIP section.Of course he would drive a Maserati GranTurismo, my damn dream car.
I started banging on the fogged up window, trying to yank open the locked door. I heard Myla scream from inside. “Bray! Help!”
“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” A slap rang out and I rammed the knob of my stick into the window, glass shattering everywhere. Gavin dove into the driver’s seat, pulling Adam out by his throat.
“Who the fuck are you calling a bitch?” Gavin and I yanked the dude out, letting the broken glass scrape against his sleeves, ripping the shirt and letting blood run free.
Myla jumped out of the car, running over next to me as Gavin and I kicked the ever-loving shit out of the dude’s ribs.
She had tears streaming down her face, mascara running everywhere. “Guys! That’s enough. Don’t fucking kill him!”
“Think you’re going to rape my little sister, punk-ass bitch?” My adrenaline was pumping as Myla’s hand wrapped around my wrist.
“Bray! Gavin! He’s not worth it.”
Red and blue flashing lights lit up the parking garage as two officers started rushing toward us.
“Officers! Thank God!” Myla screamed. “This man was trying to rape me.”
The douche was moaning like a little bitch, rolling around on the ground as he held his broken ribs. He spit on the ground, letting blood spray everywhere. “Officers,” he pleaded. “I was just having a moment with my girl when these two guys jumped me.”
Myla walked over to him, stomping right down onto his stomach. “You piece of shit!”
One of the cops grabbed her, putting her hands behind her back. “That’s assault, missy.”
“He was trying to rape me! My brother and Gavin rescued me.”
The second officer started to help the guy to his feet while looking over at Gavin and me as both of us seethed. “Is that true?”
I threw my hands into the air. “Don’t you think I would much rather be in the showers or headed to the bar to celebrate with my team?”
The cop holding Myla squinted at us. “Holy fuck! No way! You’re Cox and Hayes. Man, we listened to the game on the radio tonight. You two killed it! Nice job on that hat trick.”
Thank God for fans in uniform.
Gavin smiled at them. “My buddy Sean Whistler can vouch for me, man. We were just protecting the lady.”
The officer let go of Myla. “Would you like to make a statement?”
She shook her head. “No, I think Adam got what was coming to him.”
Adam. What a punk-ass name.
“I would like to press charges,” Adam said, coughing a little as he leaned on the hood of the cop car.
Both of the officers started laughing. “Yeah, we don’t think so, tiger.”
