Page 124 of Lucky Laces
Get dressed.
Get on the ice.
Take this rage out on the other team.
Lake Jordan won’t mind if I lay him out mid-ice—or attempt to since the man’s a big fuck and at best odds, I have a fifty-fifty chance of successfully checking him.But he can take it, can handle my anger.
Hell, he’d probably be more than happy to dish it back.
And our fans would enjoy that far more than reports of me beating Pat to a bloody pulp before the game, thus taking one of our top scorers off the ice before an important game against one of our top rivals.
Fuck.
Why do I have to have logic pouring through my brain?
No, it’s not logic.It’slove.
And it’s…because I will do anything for Diana—eat shit, twist myself into knots, endure whatever torture I have to.
So long as she’s safe.
And protected.
Andmine.
“Ignore him,” I mutter to King, who’s still glaring at Pat.I tilt my head toward our gear, laid out by the equipment guys.“Let’s just focus on the game.”
“And after we take down the Sierra, you and me will take turns tagging Coach.”Pat grins, thrusts his hips again.“God, I can’t wait to fuck that hole.”
Right.
Fuck the bad press.
I’m going to kill to him.
I move before I’m really processing it, closing the distance between us and grabbing him by the throat.And if I wasn’t so pissed, the fear in his wide eyes as I slam him against the locker room wall would have been hilarious.
As it is, I’m not feeling all that jolly.
“Don’t youeversay another word about Diana,” I growl.“Or you’ll be dealing with me.”
“And me,” King says, tone deadly.
“Me too,” Rhodes growls.
“I can’t wait to punch out this motherfucker,” West mutters.
“I’d rather use Attie’s gun.”Cam’s eyes flash.
“Maybe Chrissy’s vet will neuter him,” Rome moves to my side, my captain no longer warning me off, not in the least.
“You!”
I jump and, no joke, twenty heads whip toward the open door.
To see Dee standing in the open door.
“My office,” she snaps, eyes locked onto Pat.“Now.”
