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“So after school, we’ll break shit,” Mrs. Denton shrugs. “Your meds will take time to kick in unfortunately.”

“I know how they work,” Noor says, her tone surly.

“Good. Get through the day, and I’ll have the guys pull out every ugly thing we have in storage for you to break,” Mrs. Denton snorts. “I’ll get Emil and my mom to help. Pretend it’s their heads.”

“That did help when I used the dart board with their photos,” Noor admits, blowing out a breath as she pulls her backpack straps over her shoulders. “Alright, I’m up for it. Thank you.”

“High school sucks,” Mrs. Denton says with a scowl. “I’m sorry we had to cut lunch short. I promised a student I’d talk to her.”

“Duty calls,” Noor shrugs. “I’ll see you after school.”

Mrs. Denton says goodbye to her and begins walking down the hallway, while Noor heads in the opposite direction.

“You got it, Ciaran?” I ask.

He’s already fiddling with his phone before he nods.

“It’s not perfect but it’ll give us about two minutes,” he mutters, putting his phone away.

“We’re gonna grab her and go out the South entrance, walking her straight through the field and into the woods,” Alastair says, pushing the door open and glancing from right to left. “Don’t let her scream.”

That’s easier said than done since she’s definitely a screamer. The memory of the way she gagged on Ciaran’s cock and squirted as Alastair and I worked together to get her to come make my cock twitch, and I remind myself to be patient.

My best friends and I move swiftly, and my hand clamps around her mouth as Alastair lifts her legs up. Unfortunately. Ciaran doesn’t move fast enough, and Twinkles presses the taser into my throat. I drop the bitch as I knock her hand away, and Ciaran sweeps in to bind her hands to her sides with his arm and clamp his hand on her mouth.

Gasping, I drop to my knees as they disappear out the door. Gritting my teeth as I fall on my face, I twitch as the electric pulses flood my body. I think she upgraded her artillery.

I know she doesn’t have any money, no job to buy this shit, which means her foster family is. Breathing hard, I recover as I stand, shaking my head like a dog as I find her sleek, black taser. Yep, that’s definitely different from the one that she had at the game.

Pocketing her weapon, I force myself to begin walking, and then jog out through the door to cross the back lawn. I’m the definition of shaking it off as a goalie. I can’t hold onto shit when I’m in the zone, or it’ll fuck with everything else.

There are woods surrounding the academy, and I enter them without a second thought. I can’t hear Alastair or Ciaran but that’s the point. We want to be able to walk without being noticed. The only time I’ll stomp around is if I want to get someone’s attention.

The school is built near the cliffs, and it’s about a mile walk through the woods to get to them. We’re all warned of the dangers of walking through the woods, but I don’t plan on falling or jumping off them.

It doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun with Twinkles. I head out to where Alastair, Ciaran, and I have always gone to when one of us is having a rough day or the pressure of being perfect gets to be too much.

I’m not rich, I don’t have a trust fund, and I won’t be able to go to college without a scholarship. There are a few that are watching me, and I’m waiting for an offer I won’t be able to refuse. At this point, if someone from the NHL came courting, I wouldn’t say no. I know I’m good enough for them.

Alastair is the one who wants to attend college, but I know he’d be happy with us being able to escape Santa fucking Barbara. I want to be able to give my mother back even an ounce of what she’s sacrificed for me to be here.

The extra hours at work, taking me to practice when I was young, the refusal to let me quit when I’d get frustrated. I’ve been on the ice since I was five years old. It’s the only thing she could think of to keep me occupied. They had free lessons at the ice rink, and the rest is history.

I thank god for my mom every day. Anything could have happened to me without her.

“Hey,” I say as the woods thin enough for me to catch up to my friends.

It looks like Ciaran got annoyed with Twinkles and used his tie to gag her.

“She bit me,” he growls. “Nope is a goddamned menace. We should throw her over the side of the cliff and be done with her.”

I’m pretty sure he’s talking shit in frustration, so I shrug it off. Noor begins to fight even harder so I roll my eyes and steal her away from my friends, lifting her over my broad shoulders. I have thick long legs, well used to doing exercises that’ll help me keep pucks out of my net.

Now, I’ll sort our current situation out because that’s what we do.

Noor continues to struggle, driving me to take care of the brat. My hand flips up her skirt and then comes down hard on her ass. It bounces a little, but her muffled squeal more than makes up for it. I squeeze her ass without thinking, my hand moving over her legs as I continue to walk.

“I hope she behaves for you better than she did us,” Ciaran says.