Page 19 of Skating Towards Danger

Bitch is trying to trap me.

“Get dressed, big brother. I have a woman to go see while you investigate who she’s been fucking, otherwise, I’m going to be stuck with the bad press unless I make her mine until I can get a DNA test done because let’s face it, the bitch is most likely pregnant by someone else trying to trap me also meaning, I can’t do what Rocco wants with this hanging over my head,” I state, and he repeats, “Fuck’s sake,” on a groan.

“What-what’s happened,” I hear Morgan in the background, and Roman mutters, “Amy, the puck bunny, is claiming to be pregnant.”

“Fuck’s sake,” Morgan repeats, and I nod even though they can’t see me.

Fuck’s sake….

Chapter 6

Paige – Three Days Later

“I’ll meet you by my car, Paige,” Andrew calls out breathlessly as I put the mop and bucket in the storage room. I don’t reply, instead, I roll my eyes and walk back into the main diner and behind the counter. I grab my bag, quickly put my tips inside before he can try and take them like last week claiming they were his and then put on my jacket.

I am adamant about just catching the subway home or walking before he leaves the office. It’s only a few blocks and much better than being anywhere near him.

He wants in my panties, but it’s not going to happen, especially when I know he’s currently getting a blow job from Marie. She’s another waitress who knows we’re seeing each other, in the office right now, an office that does have cameras so hopefully when Diane the owner sees what he’s been up to whenshe checks the feeds at the end of the month he’ll be fired which will make my life a hell of a lot easier.

I caught them a few days ago screwing in the storeroom, not that they noticed me, but she was fake moaning while he looked to be in pain.

His face was screwed up tight while he begged her to put her finger in his ass, and I may have vomited a little when they walked out, and Marie sucked on her finger.

I wasn’t hurt, which says a lot, really, if anything, I was disgusted.

Maybe I’m just better on my own. It’s not like I deserve to be happy in a relationship anyway. My parents aren’t happy and in love anymore, they’re dead, and Royal, he’s never going to fall in love and get married, heck, even have his first kiss.

I’m better off being alone.

I hear a moan from the back, and Andrew’s, “Fuck yes, wiggle that finger in my ass baby,” shout which echoes in the silent diner, and I gag as Matt looks out the server window in shock, his silver eyes wide.

“Please tell me that fucker isn’t cheating on you with you right here?” he snaps, and I shrug and reply, “Don’t sweat it, Matt, by the sounds of things, Marie has just done me a massive favor.”

He grunts, a scowl marring his wrinkly face, and I wave at him and walk out of the diner, not shocked that Andrew thought I would be oblivious to what he’s up to because the man thinks he’s all that.

Jackass…

He didn’t even check everyone had left before he pulled his pants down.

Shaking my head, I zip my jacket up and begin to walk to the left, thinking maybe a walk will do me some good, but I stop when I notice a fancy car that isn’t Andrew’s, Matt’s, and definitely not Marie’s, or mine because well I don’t have onesomething Uncle Rocco is not aware of before I notice two men leaning against it, one I recognize in a suit and another in a woolly jumper and jeans who is the spitting image of Roman.

Crap…

I swallow hard and suddenly wish I’d just waited until Andrew got his rocks off and gotten him to drive me home before I maimed into him.

I make eye contact with Roman, and he raises a brow seeing my reaction to them there. I wince when he says, “You know, you could run, but all that will do is get your uncle on your back and Rhett in your ear.”

I narrow my eyes at his threat and he grins so I know he’ll rat me out for not being polite and grumble, “Damn stupid men….” Which I think he hears by the chuckle that travels over me.

Huffing, I hitch up my bag and walk over to the two intimidating men watching my every move, knowing Roman wouldn’t have spoken to me if he didn’t want a chat, heck, he wouldn’t even be here otherwise.

When close, I ensure I don’t look at the man standing next to him. While Roman is intimidating, the man standing beside him is even more so, a man I recognize.

Dante Marino, the left winger for the Jaguars and their new captain who apparently gets around with the puck bunnies.

I know Roman was captain when he was playing, something Rhett rambled on about when I didn’t talk to him yesterday when he showed up at the rink while I was meeting with the director of the committee in charge of the tribute for Mama during the semi-finals. He also stated Roman retired six months ago after they won the Stanley Cup, handing the captain patch over to his blood brother.

I stop before the men and ask Roman, “What can I do for you?”

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