Page 67 of Skating Towards Danger

“Tell me you aren’t hurt?” he demands softly, and I mutter, “I’m not hurt.”

He killed her, without hesitation he killed her.

“Tell me you are not afraid of him now?” he demands softly again, and I rasp, “I’m not, I-I, what is it with people holding a gun to my head?”

He chuckles lightly and pulls back, cupping my cheek.

“I think you’ll be just fine,” he says, then looks at Rhett and demands, “Take her to the Chargers Arena. Dante will meet you there as soon as this shit is cleaned up.”

“On it,” Rhett replies before gently taking my hand as Roman kisses my head and then disappears into the room.

I swallow hard and allow Rhett to pull me towards the elevators as men follow Roman. The urge to go and make sure Dante is okay is high.

He wasn’t himself, he was angry, hard, but mainly at himself I think.

“You sure you don’t want any skates sweetheart?” Rhett asks as I slowly walk around the ice rink, trying my hardest not to slip on my butt.

It wasn’t long ago that I was in the family box watching Dante help his team win, but it feels like days.

We went from being together three times, to passing out to me here without him and a dead body in our hotel room.

“How did she even know what room we were in,” I mumble to myself.

Rhett replies, though, “She got the receptionist to give her the room number after blowing him, and not with the gun.”

I stop in the middle of the rink and look at Rhett with my nose scrunched and admit, “I didn’t need to know that little detail, Rhett, the receptionist is like eighty.”

He shrugs, “Seventy-eight, actually.”

I roll my eyes and mumble, “Whatever,” before he speaks again, and I look at him again.

He stumbles, “Hey Paige, when you and Dante are together, does he, I mean, do you uh like, uh, I mean…Fuck.”

I frown now, worry hitting me, and I ask, “Are you okay, Rhett?”

He winces and links his fingers behind his head and asks, “When you and Dante are in the act, do you like it if he sticks an object, say body spay canister inside you with his cock in your ass while you fuck his ass with a dildo?”

I slip on the ice in shock, landing on my ass with a thud, making Rhett wince and mumble, “I’ll take that as a no…fuck’s sake.”

“Ouch,” I mutter as Dante’s voice echoes, “Fuck me, please don’t tell me you got another crazy last night?”

Rhett groans and admits, “I got another crazy…”

“Never mind the crazy, please tell me you didn’t actually do it?” I sputter. He winces again, and I scrunch my face up in disgust and remind him, “When a woman says, ‘every girl likes it’, she’s talking out of her ass Rhett. What you two did will most likely be all over the internet by noon.”

He drops his head with a shake and mumbles, “I need to go wash my ass then speak to the team’s lawyeragain,see you two in a few hours on the plane,” then walks out of the large ice rink and I blink watching him go as Dante comes onto the ice and suddenly my attention is all on him.

“Where’d you get the skates?” I ask knowing full well his are packed.

He chuckles and admits, “They’re on loan,” before he bends, holding his hand out to me.

I take it willingly, and he helps me up, but instead of keeping hold of my hand and helping me back to the non-slippery ground, he lets go of my hand, then grabs my ass with both his hands and lifts.

I gasp and wrap my legs around his waist, and he begins to skate around the rink, holding me close. I sigh because, wow, and wrap my arms around his neck as we lock eyes.

Worry stares back at me.

“Are you scared of me now?” he asks with concern, and I swallow hard.

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