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Fuck him. I won’t let him ruin my chances of becoming captain.

“Don’t think my dad would like that, although if you do it, it might get rid of you once and for all.” He replies with a smirk.

I don’t know what I ever did to make Zane hate me so much.

I’m unsure how much Zane knows about the level of support I’m getting from his father, but it’s not something that’s ever come up. The team all assume that I have personally employed Ash, Kali too, as well as Lola, and no one has questioned it.

Zane screws with me some more. “You haven’t started a fight during games in weeks. Is that fine bit of assistant ass beating you off every night and finally managing to keep you in check?”

I launch myself at him, but Jordy slides between us and shoves me back, so I fall onto the bench with a loudthump.

Eyes wide in warning, Jordy silently begs me not to do anything stupid. “Ignore him.”

Over Jordy’s shoulder, Zane pipes up. “Or maybe the infamous Kali Roth is sucking your cock every night to keep the wild beast inside of you from tearing anyone in your path to shreds.”

Before I can stand back up, Jordy’s pushing Zane forcefully across the room. “Edwards, why don’t you do us all a favor and back off? We all know you only made the team because Daddy owns it.” He didn’t. Jordy is screwing with his self-esteem, something I could get on board with. Zane’s been fucking about with mine for years.

Jordy shoves him again. With his skates on, Jordy is at least a foot taller than Zane. “You might be Daddy’s little soldier, butyour attitude sucks. Now fuck off. I feel sorry for any girl who has to suck your cock. Fucking man whore. I’m surprised you don’t have any STIs being the man whore you are. How many girls did you get pregnant this month? Ever heard of a thing called contraception?”

The locker room fills with laughter.

Hell. Who knew Jordy had it in him?He’s usually quiet and laid back, but I have seen a change in him since he split with his girlfriend. He’s been outspoken and coming out of his shell more. I think I like the new Jordy.

“Fuck you, Miller,” Zane spits back, face red as a strawberry with embarrassment, and I swear he’s cowering.

“Don’t think Daddy owning the team protects you. If you fuck up, we fuck you up. Now sit back down, uniform on and save goals.”

Holy shit, Jordy is on fire tonight.

Zane mumbles something under his breath I can’t make out over the laughter of the rest of the team and when Jordy holds out his hand to help me up, I thank him immediately.

“I've got you. Behave tonight, okay?”

“Sure.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Wade

With only a few minutes left to win the game, I’m feeling pretty smug with myself.

I’ve played without starting or being in a fight on the ice. A few minor altercations, but nothing like I used to have.

The yoga keeps my mind in check.

While I felt pumped for the game tonight, I also felt oddly relaxed and in control.

It’s a new but welcomed sensation I’ve yet to get comfortable with.

I finally feel like I’m breaking my bad habits.

I feel great.

Sweat drips off my forehead, down into my eyes, and off the tip of my nose. I can barely see. How the guys grow their hair long and grow a beard, and not find it annoying I will never understand.

I don’t care that they all grow it as some sort of voodoo superstitious shit in case we don’t win the cup. We win because we’re the best team in the NHL, not because they don’t cut their hair.Assholes.

I’m not superstitious, but since the day I started with the Eagles, I’ve had a photograph of Gretchen and me that, once we printed it off to frame, we realized we both had ladybugs sitting on our shoulders.

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