Page 39 of Face Off Flirting


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“He tells Rome to light me up? Then Rome does, and I’m the bad guy?”

“Jago, you sound like a bitch,” Atlas said.

Jago set his sights on Atlas.

Yeah, Atlas was sort ofthe new guyon the team, but after the season we had - especially him personally with his daughter - he fit right in.

Big. Mean.

Loved to fight.

And whether he wanted to admit it or not - he loved this team.

On the other side of Jago, there was Joe.

As big and mean as Atlas.

The muscle of the team before Atlas showed up to share the burden.

We weren’t a team destined for the playoffs (at least not this season or the last however-many-seasons) but we were big and tough.

Joe swatted Jago with his hockey stick. “What’s going on? Up too late with someone?”

“Maybe I was,” Jago said.

“Hope she was worth it,” I said.

“Aren’t you fucking your best friend’s sister?” Atlas asked.

Now I turned my attention to Atlas, ready to swing at him.

I heard laughing behind me.

I looked back and saw Rome sliding his hockey stick through his hand.

“Is that me?” I asked. “My dick is the hockey stick?”

“That’s right,” Rome said. “And my hand is your best friend’s sister’s pussy!”

Henry skated from nowhere, whistling, shaking his head.

“Gentlemen, let’s finish this practice beforeDetompops that vein,” he said. “Then our day will be a bloody mess. Literally.”

“Popping veins,” Rome said, still chuckling.

“Jago,” Atlas said. “You know how Rome shoots. Don’t let anyone get into your head. All Coach Denny wants to see is us play hard. Finish this season with purpose.”

“I’ve got this,” Jago said.

“You’re going to tell us about your night, right?” I asked.

“Yeah, sure,” Jago said. “When you tell me about yours. Fucking your best friend’s sister? Really?”

“I didn’t fuck anyone!” I yelled.

My voice boomed and carried all over the ice.

Detomheard me.

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