Irina Coasta. Stalker extraordinaire. Never slept with her, would rather die than sleep with her, and I am extremely insulted she’s even listed here. This girl is whack. Not in her right mind. She follows us around and cannot take a hint. She doesn’t come toIceboxwith friends, just herself, and shelingers around us all night. She might be pretty if she had a spark of a soul behind her dark eyes, but she doesn’t. She’s like a bad omen sent right from the depths of hell.
I blame Reno. That idiot slept with her. Not me.
Now she’s a fucking ulcer that keeps coming back.
It’s alarming how many pictures of me have her near. Makes my skin crawl a bit seeing those small, beady eyes staring at the camera. It’s like she knows where every single lens is pointed and somehow manages to get in front of each one. Hell,I’mhalf convinced she’s someone to me by just looking at these. She iseverywhere.
“This might convince her that you’re married.” Dec grins like a sadist.
I’m about to hit him. Don’t get mad at me, I know he’s pretty and I’m supposed to stop swinging, but he’s being a dick. Another familiar face flashes across the screen, distracting me. Nina. Not dating her either, but definitely got to know her well enough to warrant her being on this list. This one makes sense. Irina? Not a chance in hell.
The video ends. No Arden. I don’t know if that’s a bad or good thing.
I sigh, running a hand over my face as I pass the phone back to Declan with a glare that comes right from the heart.
“They’re not going to stop until they figure it out,” he tells me. “You’re the TikTok dream boy.”
I don’t disagree with him, because yeah, I’ve noticed. They love me. I’m not complaining. Not usually, anyway. Anything that gets fans to our games and has them supporting our team is a win for me. What I don’t like is having innocent people dragged into a mess I created.
Poor Armani.
Poor Nina. Poor Rochelle.
Poor me. I’m taking that Irina one personally.
“Irina Forkerro has a nice ring to it.”
I fake a laugh and then drop my face into a scowl, which has absolutely no effect on Lowesy. “You’re not going to find this funny when I rearrange your teeth with my fist.”
He grins wider, cocking a brow. “You’re not allowed to. Daddy said so.”
“Coach isn’t here.”
“You think he’d even question it if I walk into his office with a black-eye and say you’re the culprit? Come on.”
He should. The day I start swinging on one of my boys is the day they should put me in a home. Unfortunately, Dec is probably right, and that’s a bitter pill to swallow. Either way, there are more pressing issues than my desire to smack Declan on the back of the neck and the notion that Coach no longer trusts me.
“You think Irina would run with this?” I ask hesitantly.
Declan’s smile fades a bit and he nods a little timidly. “Yeah, Fork. I think she would.”
I was praying he wouldn’t say that.
“No, shedefinitelywould,” Boston grumbles, striding up to us. He flips his phone around so I can see the video he’s watching. It’s the same fucking one. Thanks,ZoeyBug410. “If you really have a girl, Fork, now’s the time to start showing her face. Irina will end up hiding in your closet by morning if you don’t.”
Declan physically shivers at the thought.
I can picture it now. Irina telling the world she’s my girlfriend, or that I knocked that guy out to defend her honour, or some warped version of the same story I’ve already told. I don’t have a real girlfriend to push into the spotlight to prove her wrong, but she doesn’t know that.
Does she?
I mean, she might. She’s crazy and doesn’t have much to lose in this situation. This might be the risk that feels worth it to become attached to us, and I have believed that to be her goal all along.
We should really get a restraining order. A team one. Is that a thing?
I make a mental note to ask Lemmy that question.
We should cut off Reno’s dick for doing this to us, too.
