Page 40 of Skating Towards Danger

Roman fist bumps everyone as he skates over to me, and I raise a brow and ask, “So what do I owe this pleasure, big brother, craving a bit of fun?”

He chuckles and nods, then looks around before rasping, “Andrew’s body being found at the docks? Any idea how it got there? Because last I checked, he was walking around all high and mighty after Amy got an abortion.”

I shrug, not denying the fact I killed the fucker who lasted longer than he should have. I went after the fucker this morning after I dropped Paige off at work, not willing for more of her bad memories to be hanging around, and I couldn’t risk him going after her again.

Amy got an abortion. I’ve been keeping an eye on her, and she packed her shit at her friend’s place and moved three hours away, back in with her parents, so it’s not like he had a kid on the way anymore though killing him would still have been a blessing if she had kept her child.

“He tried to rape Paige two days ago,” I admit, and his eyes widen in shock, and I nod as the anger I felt seeing him trying to force himself on her before she pepper sprayed his ass comes back to me.

“Oh my god, what’s Roman doing back here?” I hear Caz gasp, and I'm not surprised she’s in the rink yet again.

According to Coach, she got put on probation, not quite sure why but she’s been put on a ban when the players are on the ice or in the locker room. She shouldn’t be in here, but the woman has staked a claim on me after I fucked her to get my head in order so I didn’t make Paige mine, and well that failed, and now she’s become a pest, like Amy kind of pest way.

Everyone ignores her as Roman murmurs, “Well, that explains why his cock was detached from his body and down his throat,” I smirk and reply, “Who knew choking on your dick can kill you,” and he chuckles but nods.

“Yo Roman, are you going to join us for a game?” Jacobs, our right winger, asks and Roman nods, causing the team to cheer again, and I chuckle.

The team doesn’t feel right without him, so his presence here right now is causing a lot of hype and I’m all for it.

Looking around the rink and seeing the men argue who gets to be on Roman’s team knowing I’ll be on it as well, I sigh and I admit, “The thing Dad was keeping from us, Peter had a four-month-old son, he died in the car,” Roman looks at me in shock, his eyes wide, and I say, “Paige tried to cover him with her body which is what caused her to hit her head and blackout. Eight years old, and she tried to save her brother,” I look at the boys getting ready and finish, “Her mom unclicked to try and save her children, which is why she was already dead when the fuckers got there, Paige saw her mother die and didn’t understand it until she got older.”

“Fuck me,” he stutters, “No wonder she was edgy with Damian,” and I nod and reply, “Yep and honestly Royal looks a little like Damian so it probably hit close to home for her and the fact she still held him, still allowed him to sit on her lap proves how far she’s come from that struggling teenager not wanting to live.

“Fuck,” he mutters and I hum and say, “Let’s go kick some ass. Adams seems to think his shit don’t stink.”

Roman blinks, looks at a nervous-looking Adams waiting in the middle of the ice, then back at me, and slowly smiles.

“Let’s go have some fun like the old days, little brother,” he says, and I grin and mumble, “Fuck yeah…”

I lean against my car and cross my arms over my chest as I watch the diner’s door, waiting for Paige to finish work.

Not only did the team relish having their old center and captain back for a few hours, but Roman, Rhett, and I worked as one, kicking Adams's ass and putting him in his place while Frankie proved his worth.

Adams knows he’s got work to do, especially if he wants to keep his spot, and today proved that.

It was fucking awesome, though, skating with Roman again, I didn’t realize how much I missed having him around.

The door to the diner opens, getting my attention, and the waitress Andrew fucked a lot, walks out, and her eyes come my way. I watch as she takes me in from my feet to my waist. She pauses her steps and looks at the rest of me like a lion looking at his prey and then at my car then back at me.

Her eyes light up, and she bites her bottom lip and twirls her finger in her hair. I snort before the door opens again, knocking into her.

The waitress gasps and nearly falls on her ass, making me bite back a grin before I lock eyes with my girl, and my whole body melts at the look she’s giving me.

She’s in love with me, she all but admitted that last night, which is good because I’m going to need those feelings when she finds out I’m in the mafia and so was her father, and that was why her family was killed.

She’ll run, I’m expecting it, but I’m going to chase.

“Seriously, Paige, watch where you’re going!” the waitress snaps, and I narrow my eyes at the bitch, but Paige ignores her and shoves past her, her sole focus on me.

I smile as I push off my car just before she enters my arms. I catch her, lifting her a little, then press my lips against hers as she wraps her arms around my neck.

“Hey, little fairy,” I mumble against her lips, and her curves into a smile.

“What the hell?!” the waitress snaps but we ignore her.

“I missed you,” she admits, and I kiss her again before replying, “I missed you too.” meaning it as well.

I felt like a part of me was missing, and honestly, that is how I’ve felt since meeting her and she hasn’t been around, and that should have been the big eye-opener that I was fighting a losing battle.

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