Page 55 of My Brother's Enemy
He skated forward, his chest bumping mine. “No,” he spat. “I don’t. Enlighten me.”
“That’s a big word for you, Connors. You sure you used it correctly?” I taunted right back. Fuck him, I wanted to fight. I didn’t usually go out of my way to start them, but if something needed to go down, I was ready and willing.
“Okay, boys.” The ref got between us. “We already did that. We’re not doing it again. Sully. Ray. One of you is up.”
Connors continued to glare at me. I smirked as we moved to our new starting places and our replacements took the face-off.
A second later, the puck dropped. Boston won it.
I pushed off after it, because that was going to be the only thing Boston won for the rest of the game, if I had anything to do with it. Tonight, the thirst for good, old-fashioned violence was in my blood, and I looked forward to unleashing it on the ice.
God, I loved this sport.
37
RAIN
Someone was pounding on my door. Again.
I had fallen asleep on my couch, and it took me a moment to decipher what was going on.
Pound! Pound!
“Let me in, Rain.” It was Tyler. “Now!”
What was up with this asshole? Nothing for too long and then back to pounding on my door?
Something was on me, leaning against me, and I shoved it off because I didn’t like being touched like that. Oh, shit. It was a bottle. It was filled with liquid.
Oh,shit. It was rum.
I’d forgotten.
I must’ve fallen asleep with the bottle in my hand.
“Rain!”
My phone started ringing.
I snatched it up, trying to save the rum and the bottle. My couch was going to be drunk.
I put my phone to my ear. “Hello?”
But the phone was still ringing.
It was the hotel landline. Well, that wasn’t good.
I tossed my cell on the table and grabbed the cordless phone as I went over to the door. I opened it and answered the phone at the same time. “Hello?”
“Ms. Connors, this is the front desk?—”
Tyler had lifted his hand to continue pounding. He dropped it now, his face furious as he shoved his way into the room.
I focused on what the front desk was saying, “—a disturbance.” They stopped talking.
I stared at Tyler, my brain working hard to process it all. “Oh,” I said. “I’m okay. That was an asshole at my door, but I opened it.”
There was quiet for a beat on the other end. “Are you in need of security, Ms. Connors?”
