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"It's down to you," Coach said as he called us up. We skated out right as they put their front line back in place. It was head to head and I wanted to puke. With a deep breath we took off, fighting for the puck. It was talent versus talent out here, their team just as good as ours, but what we lacked in skill we were definitely making up for in pure fucking determination.
"Nice cheerleader," one of the Vikings called out as we faced off. A growl ripped out of Tate and Brock gave him a look, locking him in place. "It probably takes all three of you handle a girl that size anyway. Do you bench press just to fuck her?"
"I bench press to kick your ass," I taunted back. "You wish you had the dick to handle any woman. Don't take your insecurities out on me, pencil dick."
"Fuck you," he bit out. "I can fuck any puck bunny I want."
"Says the man who failed out of the NHL," Brock laughed. It held no humor. Our captain was livid.
"Use that," I hissed at him as the puck dropped. We were off, a flurry of sticks and bodies slamming into each other until Tate managed to snag it away, skating down the ice.
Just as I was moving forward, the Viking asshole slammed into me, sending me sprawling across the ice. The crowd fell silent as my head cracked against the ground. Thank fuck for our gear or I'd be lights out. My head spun from the impact but I shook it off as he got thrown into the penalty box.
The game went from tough to vicious.
The war was on.
Each team suffered two more penalties before the final count started.
Needing inspiration and a little more motivation, my gaze shot to the stands. Macy always sat in the same seat so we could easily find her.
This time she wasn't watching us, she was talking to someone. From the way her body was stiff, something was going on. Tate nearly slammed into me. Apparently, I'd stopped moving in my haste.
"Get your fucking head together!" he yelled.
"Macy."
One word and he stopped, too.
Tate was moving that way before I had a chance to stop him. Though, I didn't want to. We knew exactly who that was. She wouldn't shrink in on herself like that for anyone else.
Macy turned and shook her head, giving us a glare so we didn't fuck up the game. The sound of the puck swishing into the goal and our team yelling at us had us freezing.
"We handle that after. She'll kick our asses!" Brock yelled. Coach was already moving that way and that was the only reason I managed to tune back into the game. I had to trust him and I couldn't lose it all over that asshole. She'd be reminded over and over what caused this. Even if it wasn't her fault, Macy wouldn't see it like that.
The Vikings tried to take control but now we weren't just angry, we were desperate to end this game and get to our girl.
"Get that fucking puck," Brock called out as he led our line down the ice. We were back in the game, our formation tight as we barreled toward the Vikings, determined to win this.
We could kill Luke after.
If Coach Slade didn't murder him first. Her ex was breaking that restraining order coach insisted Macy get, so the cops would be coming in soon.
The world seemed to slow down as the Vikings got the puck close to our goal. Our defensemen were moving, Adams slamming the Viking into the plexiglass, giving Gold the chance to steal it and shoot the puck our way.
If we sank this into the goal, that was it. We’d have won.
Brock caught the puck with his stick, skating down the ice, Tate and I flanking him. I don't think I took a single breath as we neared it, moving the puck back and forth as we dodged the Vikings who were playing sloppily now that they were this close to losing.
Tate slammed his stick against the puck. I watched it sail across the ice and right through the goalie's feet. He tried to move for it and fell to the ice as he tried to use his body to block it.
The buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game, the scoreboard breaking the tie and flashing with our win.
There was a beat of silence before everyone erupted into cheers. I wanted to celebrate but we dodged our team and went for the box, stripping out of our gear so we could get to our girl. I was riding high on a win and adrenaline, ready to beat the fuck out of the bastard that hurt her before.
Red and blue lights flashed outside as the cops approached, but we got to him first. Macy was yelling at her dad to stop while Coach Slade was being held back by security.
Luke, the ignorant fuck, was smirking at him, goading him on.
