Page 218 of Skate the Line

I read over the protection order two more times, hoping my eyes are playing a fucking trick.

But they’re not.

Tarvo isn’t here because of this “amazing opportunity” he was given by Coach Jacobs. He came here in search of Sunny, and the second he found her, she slipped right throughmyfingers.

The complaints make my blood run cold.

It all makes sense.

Her fear of hospitals, her fear of men, her request to stay out of the media’s limelight. And to think he put her in the position to fear for her safety by stalking her on top of everything else?

My phone falls to the floor when I stand.

I brush past Kane, who must’ve been sent to grab me. He says something, but I can’t hear a word he says.

The hallway opens up, and I turn for the bench. My teammates are on the ice, the ref coming toward them with a puck in hand.

“Where are your gloves? And stick? Get it together, Volkova!”

I move to the side, out of Coach Jacobs’s line of sight. Tarvo is leaning against the glass behind the bench.

The smug fuck.

I’ve never been so angry.

I want to fucking strangle him.

“Hey, Tarvo!” I shout.

The entire team glances down the line at me.

“Atlas is on the phone for you.”

He pops forward. “Atlas? My son?”

An animalistic growl rips through me. That’s all the confirmation I need.

Kane is stalking up the hall behind me. I crack my neck and step onto the ice.

The whistle blows from the team having too many Devils on the ice, but it cancels out when I skate right in front of Tarvo.

His brow is furrowed, that cut on the bridge of his nose looking nearly healed. Too bad for him, I’m going to open it right up.

“Bro, what the fuck are you doing?” Malaki stands from the bench, but he quickly moves out of the way when my ungloved hands grip Tarvo’s stupid fucking tie. I pull him onto the ice with force.

“I know why you’re really here,” I say into his ear, mid-tug. “And I’m going to teach you a fucking lesson on how to treat a woman.”

He tries to hit me first, but I skate backward just in time to land a punch on his jaw before the rest of the team moves toward us.

“Not just any woman.” I grab him around the neck. “But mine.”

Sixty-Four

SUNNY

“Get up right now.”

I jump up from a dead sleep and stare at Ruby from across the room of her tiny apartment. “What? Why?”

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