Page 5 of Skating Towards Danger

“Where-where's momma?” I croak when I see I’m in a hospital, like the room Royal and momma were in four months ago, and Uncle's eyes begin to shine. I look to his left when I hear a sob and see my aunt Tyra crying, a strange man standing next to her wearing a suit and looking at me with sadness.

I frown and ask, “What's wrong, Auntie Tyra?” She shakes her head and wipes her tears.

“Peanut…” Uncle Rocco says, and I look at him. He gently takes my hand and asks, “What do you remember, my sweet girl?”

I frown and try to think then say, “Daddy telling momma I wasn't allowed to stay round yours anymore because you feed me spaghetti for breakfast,” Uncle Rocco's tears fall. I quickly wipe them away with worry, then frown and admit, “Momma called you. There was a lot of banging, and Royal was crying, so I sang to him, but then it-it felt like I was flying,” I flinch when Daddy's scared eyes come back to me. I tremble and say, “Daddy was scared, but then everything went black, where's my daddy?”

I lock eyes with my uncle and demand, “Where's Momma? Where's Daddy?”

Oh no, where are they?

Are they hurt?

The car crashed and mommy was flying into the roof…

I try to get up, but panic hits me, and Uncle quickly grabs me. I scream, “Where's Royal? Where's my baby brother?!”

I hear my aunt cry in the background as Uncle Rocco grips me tight, and we lock eyes as he admits, “They're gone, peanut, they didn't survive the crash…”

My eyes widen, and I shake my head, fight harder against my uncle, and scream, “No, I want my momma!”

“We need a doctor!” I hear shouted as I fight hard against my uncle, screaming, needing to find my parents, to find my brother.

They're not gone, they're not!

The room floods with people, and I fight harder. Uncle Rocco sobs, “Please, baby girl, please….” but I ignore him and continue fighting before my body tires, and everything becomes fuzzy.

“I-I want m-my momma, m-my daddy…” I slur, and Aunt Tyra's sobs harden.

“Royal,” I whisper, and everything goes black.

Chapter 1

Dante – Twenty-Six Years Old

I grunt as I slam my hips forward while tightening my grip around Amy's bleach-blonde hair, and she gasps then moans, thrusting her hips back loving the pain like the little slut she is.

“Harder, Dante, harder,” she says on a groan as my phone begins to ring, but I ignore it and instead listen to her, thrusting harder while yanking her head back, making her arch her neck and gasp and I look down and watch my cock disappear into her tight ass loving the snug fit of it.

The bitch spent fifteen minutes trying her hardest to convince me to fuck her cunt, something I've never done and never will do even if I do miss the feel of a wet pussy surrounding my cock.

The last time I fucked a girl's cunt, I was twenty-one and at the height of my college hockey career. The bitch tried to claimshe was pregnant and even got lawyers involved along with her parents a few weeks after fucking me in the locker room.

She knew I was a shoo-in to be the first pick for the Jaguars, just like my brother was, and she wanted a free ride, but Michelle bit off more than she could chew.

The rumors surrounding my brother and me about being part of the mafia disappeared when he graduated and got drafted. People thought they were bullshit because what future Don would go pro right? Wrong, she soon admitted she wasn't pregnant when I held a gun to her head while Roman stood before her with a knife, a doctor, and an ultrasound machine which confirmed she was indeed not pregnant, and then she left the country after everyone had found out she tried trapping me and rightfully so, got hate for it.

Bitch is lucky she’s not buried six feet under.

I haven't fucked a cunt since, and yeah, I miss it, but I won't have any bitch try and trap me and the next time I fuck one will most likely be the woman I marry in years, and I mean in years’ time.

“Kiss me, baby,” Amy gasps as she tries to turn her head in my grip, and I narrow my eyes and tighten my grip to keep her head forward before thrusting harder.

Just like I don't fuck a cunt, I also don't kiss, and she knows this.

Kissing leads to emotions on the woman's side, and I won't have that.

Hockey – that is all I care about right now. Since joining the Jaguars, we've only lost the cup once, and that was my first year because Roman had an injury. I've been with the team for four years, and again this year, we will be winning the Stanley Cup, I'll fucking ensure it.

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