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He shrugs one big shoulder, mischief gleaming in his dark eyes. Jonas is a big son of a bitch. He's also wild as hell. He grew up on a ranch in Canada. Apparently, Canadian cowboys are batshit crazy. At least this one is. There isn't a rule he hasn't broken or a dare he won't take.
"She does what she wants, Theo Kline," he says, giving me the finger.
"I like you," Charlotte says, smiling at him.
"Nope," I growl when he grins wide enough to split his cheeks. "Hell no."
"I'm stealing your girl," he says.
"I will murder you and help Kelsey bury your body," I growl, wrapping my arms around Charlotte as everyone else cracks up.He thinks he's funny, but I will fuck him up and won't feel sorry about it.
"Speaking of Kelsey," Kris says. "She needs to speak to you." He holds my gaze, silently letting me know it's important. "Charlotte can stay with me."
Shit. It must be about her landlord.
"Is that okay with you, little one?" I ask.
"Can I learn to skate?"
"Absolutely not."
"You are not the boss of me," she says again, scowling like she wants to bite me.
"Charlotte, baby doll," I murmur, trying not to laugh at the look on her face. "If you want to learn to skate, I'll teach you. But if one of these assholes puts his hands on you, I'll have to kill him. And we have a game to win tomorrow."
"Oh," she says, her scowl slipping. "Then I guess I'll let you teach me. But I don't like it one bit, Theo."
"Oh, I like her," Kellan says. "She's feisty."
"Get your own girl, fucker."
Chapter Eight
Theo
"This is not agood idea, man," Kris says for the eighteenth time since I left the arena. He's driving me up the wall. He tried to talk me out of leaving at all but fuck that. Kelsey had the foresight to have someone watch Charlotte's apartment last night.
Her landlord broke in again.
He left with an entire box of shit not even an hour later.
There's no telling what he took. If it was the rest of her panties, I may kill him just on principle. I haven't decided yet. But I'm handling this now. When I tell Charlotte what happened, I fully intend to be able to tell her that he'll never be a problem again and mean it. I don't want her worrying about this, and that's exactly what she'll do.
I'm not going to hit him. Unless he pisses me off.
"Then stay in the fucking car," I growl at Kris before climbing out.
He curses under his breath and then climbs out beside me. He's still dressed in the bottom half of his practice uniform. He swapped his skates for shoes and pulled his practice jersey and pads off, which was probably smart. I'd prefer for this to go down quietly, not with the entire complex watching.
"If you get arrested, I'm going to kill you," he says when he meets me at the front of the car. "Kelsey has enough shit on her plate right now. Do not add more."
"Noted," I mutter, striding toward Chad's apartment. A moving truck will be here within the hour to get the rest of Charlotte's stuff. They were scheduled to come tomorrow, but I paid them triple to get it done sooner rather than later.
Chad's apartment is silent when we reach it. Cigarette butts litter the ground outside the door. The blinds over the window to the right dangle from the string where they're torn. The fucker probably did it spying on the neighbors.
I rap my fist against his door hard enough to rattle it in the frame.
What? John did the same shit to me this morning. I'm paying it forward.
