I shuddered. “I’m dreading this game.”
“You doing okay?”
“Fine.”
“You look pissed.”
“I’m fine. What’s going on with you?”
“I got a job.”
“Bullshit.”
“Yup. Parents are so proud they bought me a condo.”
“You’re joking. Where are you working?”
“Dad pulled some strings. I’m working as a junior analyst at a trading firm.”
“Tell me which one, so I can pull my money.”
He laughed and looked over his shoulders. “Come on, boys. I’m taking you to the bar. Drinks on me tonight.”
Dadand I sat alone in the box, waiting for the game to start.
“Where’s Mom?”
“Told her to stay home. She hates fighting.”
“So, you know this game is going to be brutal.”
He shook his head and didn’t answer.
I fumed. I wanted to ask him why he brought Max to Vancouver if he would not protect him and treat him like a member of the team, but I didn’t want to fight.
So, we sat silently together, watching the warm up.
CHAPTER 46
The game was brutal.It was like watching a Game of Thrones fight scene. Minnesota was out for more than blood. They were out to maim and disable. Every time Max got onto the ice, I held my breath.
Two minutes into the second period someone illegally hit Max from behind after the whistle blew. He went flying and hit the boards.
The entire stadium went silent when he crumpled to the ice, his hands over his face. Trainers skated over to him and when they helped him up to his feet, blood gushed from his eyebrow. The entire stadium watched in silence as the trainers helped him off the ice.
The moment he disappeared to the dressing room, Minnesota became a different team. They weren’t there to fight; they were there to play hockey and to win.
Dad looked at his phone. “Logan doesn’t have a concussion but required 3 stitches.”
“Tell them to keep him off the ice for this period.”
Dad looked at me. “Why?”
“Because I want to see if Minnesota is changing their tune.”
“You want me to go over Baxter’s head?”
I steeled Dad with a look. “Why don’t we give Baxter a taste of what life is like without Max?”