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“I don’t care. Don’t do it again.”
I pull Aurora to me and crouch down to wipe Luc’s name off her leg, but when I try, the ink doesn’t give. There’s not even a smear when I rub my finger hard over her skin.
Permanent ink.
Motherfucker.
I glare back at Luc, who is now holding back a smile. Jericho has joined him, and the two can see what’s happening to me, but I know when they look at me with that sinister humor lining their expressions like the silver on a cloud that they see more than me being pissed over a signature.
They’re watching me unfold with every emotion this woman I’ve claimed has pumped into me, and they know I’m not just fucking pussy whipped.
I straighten, take Aurora’s hand and lead her away. “We’re going home.”
Home, where I can gather myself and lick my wounds in private.
And her.
Chapter35
Aurora
Dear Madison,
You know how you said I should do something to get my husband’s attention. I did. Behold, it worked, but now I think he’s gone crazy.
As Madison would say, crazier than a sack full of raccoons.
We march down the hallway like we’re heading out to battle, the thud of Knight’s heavy boots and the click of my heels mingling with the excited chatter coming from groups of people gathering to see their favorite hockey players.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Knight look so enraged.
I thought he was going to kill Luc. If I’d known he was going to lose his shit the way he did, I would have done something else.
The signature thing just sort of happened out of the blue. I didn’t even go down to the locker rooms to get it. I went to find Knight.
The guard upstairs directed me down there because he was told that’s where Knight and Jericho were meeting Luc after the game. It was like getting a backstage pass, which I got with no problem because the guard recognized me from all the wedding publicity, the run up to it, and most of all, being the wife of one of the most popular men in New York.
I saw Knight in the hallway with Jericho straightaway when I went down.
Luc came out of the locker room at that moment to his host of admiring fans. I simply stopped to say hi because we briefly met at the wedding, and then I made a joke about getting his autograph next time as I didn’t have any paper. That’s how he ended up signing my leg.
It was supposed to be harmless fun, which seemed so at the time, but I totally realize now why it wouldn’t be. Especially since Luc’s name is inked on me in permanent ink. I almost feel that might have been on purpose. I saw the way Luc smirked at Jericho when they watched Knight trying to get it off me.
“Knight, slow down. I’m going to trip.” I was struggling to keep up with his pace as it was, but he speeds up as we walk out of the stadium.
“If you wanted to walk like a normal person, you shouldn’t have worn those things.” He glances at my heels with that permanent scowl riding his face.
“They’re called heels,” I scuff.
He flicks the collar of his leather jacket up, then looks away. “They look like weapons to me.”
“Then I should keep them far away from you. Isn’t Luc supposed to be your best friend?”
He glares at me. “You are my wife.He’snot supposed to have his hands all over you.”
“But his hands weren’t all over me.”
That glare of his intensifies, telling me that’s the wrong answer.
