“Briar Bennett’s your girl, huh?”
I ignore him.
“It makes sense why you tried to lay me the fuck out a minute ago. She must have told you we were a thing.”
The urge to punch him in the face spikes through me. I ignore it.
“Whatever, dude,” I mutter.
“Nah, I get it. She’s hot for sure. But don’t get your hopes up. She’s a fucking tease who doesn’t put out.”
I turn around and get in his face.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” I say. He just laughs.
“No fighting. Back off,” the ref barks at us. Logan skates off, still laughing.
I’m gritting my teeth so hard, it feels like my jaw is about to shatter.
That asshole is going to pay for what he did to Briar. I’ll make sure of it.
* * *
The buzzer blares, signaling the end of the game.
We tied with Chicago U in overtime. If this had been a conference game or the playoffs, we’d be in the middle of a shootout right now, but since it’s the regular season, the tie stands.
Both teams walk off the ice into the tunnel that leads to the locker rooms.
Someone bumps my shoulder. I look up and see it’s Logan.
He smirks at me. “Have fun with Briar tonight. Tell her I said hi. And hey, you might have to get a little rough with her to get her to do what you want in bed,” he taunts. “She acts all innocent, but I know deep down, she’s a little fucking slut.”
A half-second later, my stick and gloves are on the ground, and my fist connects with his face.
Chapter 48
Blake
Logan’s head flies back. A cracking noise echoes in the tunnel. Blood shoots from his nose.
He groans, cradling his face as he hunches over.
I punch him in the gut. He falls to the floor.
Pure, raw rage pulses through my body as I hover over him.
I lean down and grab him by the front of his jersey. “I know what you did to her.”
His eyes go wide as he looks up at me.
“If you so much as look at her again, I’ll fucking kill you.”
I punch him in the face again. Blood flies everywhere.
I let go of his jersey, and he crumples onto the floor, groaning in pain.
A second later, someone grabs me. It’s one of Logan’s teammates. He takes a swing at me, but Nick tackles him, throwing him off balance. The knuckles of his fist graze my chin. It hurts, but not as much as a full-on punch would have, thanks to Nick.
