Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Trent roars out in pain as blood gushes from his nose, then being the fucking idiot that he is, he lunges for my girl.
Not on my fucking watch.
I grab Dani and pull her out of the way, and lucky for that fucker, his boys finally get a hold of him. I see fucking red for the second time in a few minutes. First he comes after my sister, and then my girl? He should consider himself lucky that I now have enough control to battle it out on the ice. Dani was right. I’m going to deal with this motherfucker man to man, and when I do, not even the little leagues will want him.
His boys drag him out of the restaurant as we laugh at his expense, but I only have one thing on my mind. I turn to look at my girl, my gaze roaming over her body, making sure she’s alright.
“Fuck,” she cries, shaking out her hand with tears of pain in her green eyes.
“Shit, babe. I can’t believe you just did that. Let me look at your hand,” I ask, reaching out to her.
“No. No fucking way,” she snaps, pointing a finger at me, tears streaking down her face, but she’s too fucking angry to cry. “How dare you almost throw away your future on that piece of shit!”
“Babe, I’m sorry,” I say, reaching out to her again. “Please, let me see your hand.”
“No. Don’t fucking touch me,” she snaps again before checking over her hand and trying to ball it into a fist. “Fuck, that hurts.”
Ignoring her demands, I step into her and take her hand in mine, looking it over to find it already swelling. “I think you might have broken something,” I tell her. “Let me take you to the emergency room. You need to get it checked out.”
“No. I’m sorry, Miller,” she says, the tears still in her eyes, each one of them silently killing me. “I love you, but I’m too fucking angry with you.”
My jaw drops, and I gape at her in horror. “The fuck, babe? Did you not hear what he said?”
“Yes, I heard it. It was terrible, and I hope to God you deal with it later, but you were so ready to throw it all away and that pisses me the fuck off,” she rants. “I swear to God, if you had touched even one hair on that asshole, I would’ve broken your nose instead.”
“She’s not wrong,” Coach Harris says, suddenly beside me. He reaches for Dani’s wrist and glances over her swollen hand with a frown. “Definitely broken,” he says, glancing toward Sophie. “Take Dani to get checked out, and Tank? Take this dickhead upstairs and knock some sense into him before I’m forced to do it. I’ve had enough of this bullshit for one night. I’m going to bed. All you girls be ready for a 5 a.m. training session,” he snaps, then turns on his heel and stalks out of the restaurant.
Fuck.
Sophie moves into Dani’s side, and I lean in to kiss my girl, relieved when she kisses me back. She’s never been this furious with me before, and I’ve got no fucking idea how this is going to play out. I just hope to God she’s not the kind to break up after one disagreement. I wouldn’t survive if she walked away from me now.
Dani turns and leaves with Sophie while Tank drags me upstairs. “What the fuck are we going to do about Trent?” he asks as we step into my room, just as riled up as me.
“I don’t know, but there’s no way that fucker is getting away with disrespecting Mia like that,” I growl.
“I agree, but promise me that whatever goes down, it happens under the radar and after the game,” he says.
“Yeah, man. Mia would hate me if I threw it all away like that. Dani was right,” I tell him as I sink down on the bed.
“That she was,” he says. “But I’m pretty fucking impressed with your girl, man. Did you see the way she put that fucker in his place then socked him? Fuck, I didn’t know she had it in her.”
“Yeah,” I laugh. “She was fucking awesome.”
With that, Tank bails, and with nothing left to do, I crash, waiting for Dani to text me to let me know how she is. The hours tick by, and it’s just after midnight when I hear her key card slotting into the room door.
She walks into our room and strips out of her clothes before crawling into bed with me and moving right over into my arms. “Hey baby,” I murmur, pulling her tight against me. “You still pissed at me?”
“Kinda,” she sighs, turning in my arms to face me. “You were an idiot.”
“I know. You were right,” I admit. “How’s your hand?”