“Fuck you.” I grunt. “You say pussy one more time I’m knocking your fucking gold tooth out.”
She’s mine. She just doesn’t know it yet.
The equipment manager turns the corner with my skates in his hand, eyeing me, then Victor, before making the smart decision to leave them sitting on the bench without a word.
Victor shuts his mouth, thank Christ. I’m not above knocking out a few more of his teeth if he pushes up on me anymore when it comes to Emee.
I grunt and growl, swearing at no one as I finish getting suited up for practice, while he and the rest of the team do the same.
We walk together out of the locker room into the chilled air blowing down the hall from the rink. We’re two steps out the door when Victor turns to me, his face serious. “Okay, so you didn’t fuck her. But you wanted to. Dude, I’ve never seen you like this over pussy.”
“Don’t fucking call her pussy.” I straight arm him against the wall, nearly knocking him off his skates, as a few of our teammates shoot me disapproving looks as they go by.
“Whatever. Keep your shit straight. This cuddling thing, thistherapy. Whatever, we need you on the ice, coach needs you,Ineed you. Your head is already fucked over this girl, I can see it. As soon as the season is over, I’ll get you all the pussy you want, but right now you gotta forget about her being anything other than the key to you getting back to your team.”
I throw a roundhouse punch toward the side of his head, but he ducks just in time and my fist grazes on the blue painted cinderblock wall with a crunch. Pain zaps up my arm as he shakes his head in disappointment.
“Perfect, you ass. Break your hand and be out for the season. You’re letting a lot of fucking people down with your King of Chaos bullshit. Don’t pull that with me.”
I glare back, each breath burning my lungs as I heave the thick air in and out like dead weight.
He shakes his head, his face hardened, then turns and walks away. I knock the heel of my palm over and over against the side of my helmet as I follow.
My head is fucked, he’s right. I’m not going to let the team down. So, I grit my teeth and head out onto the ice for practice.
Where I fucking suck balls.
I can’t play for shit and everyone notices.
After, none of my teammates will look at me. I’m the hero and the villain, depending on if I’m serving the common goal or not.
Winning.
The team matters.
But, fuck, she matters more.
Chapter 12
King
Ididn’t sleep and this time it didn’t have anything to do with Victor.
I laid there with a hard-on all fucking night, refusing to give myself relief.
The conflicting torture of keeping my vow versus claiming what’s mine are fighting for control and tearing me apart in the process.
Team.
Emee.
Team.
Emee.
Fuck.
I brace my arms on the door jamb outside her hotel room, trying to make some sense of this new brand of chaos she’s created inside me.
