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)
“I broke my pinkie for your stupid ass,” she murmurs.
Shit.
I bring my hand up, trailing my fingers down her arm and back up again. “Damn. I’ll have to teach you how to throw a proper punch.”
She gapes up at me, her brow arched. “You mean you weren’t impressed with my performance?”
“I was definitely impressed,” I say, a smirk on my face. “Seeing you like that had me hard as fuck.”
She laughs and scoots up in bed to kiss me. “I’d jump you right now, but my hand hurts too much and you have to be up early,” she tells me.
“Okay,” I say as I take her bandaged hand and give it the gentlest kiss I can possibly manage. “I’ll consider it an IOU.”
Dani laughs before resting her good hand against my chest and closing her eyes. “You’re going to win the championship tomorrow, Superstar,” she murmurs with a yawn.
“We sure as fuck are,” I say, pulling her in and pressing my lips to her temple, more than ready to prove her right.
Chapter 27
Miller
It’s the championship game.
The goddamn championship game and I’m the one leading my team out. Fuck, it feels good.
“Just get out there. Kick those motherfuckers’ asses and bring home that damn trophy,” Coach yells as we huddle around the locker room, waiting for our team to be announced. Coach focuses his gaze heavily on me. “I shouldn’t be saying this, but any chance you have to humiliate Trent Daniels, do it. Just keep it legal.”
We know this is going to be the hardest game of our lives, but there’s no way that’s going to stop us. Hell, we’ve skated in much worse circumstances.
We hear the LA team introduced and the crowd roars. We all put our hands in and begin our chant to drown out the noise of the crowd. Our door opens and an official tells us it’s time. We all grab our sticks, and the boys fall in line behind me.
“Alright boys, this is it. I don’t need to remind you that there are scouts out here and tonight’s game will be a huge deciding factor for them. So, no fuck-ups and no fights, you hear me?” Coach warns, giving me and Tank a nod. “Jaxon, show me what you can really do, then we can talk about next season.”
“Yes, Coach,” he says with all seriousness.
I lead them out of the hole, down the corridor, and out into the open arena. I look up into the crowd and find the whole right side of the arena in Dragons’ colors, then spot my girl and Sophie as they stand up and scream for us. “You see them, man?” I ask Tank, who’s walking behind me.
“How can you miss them with those big ass foam fingers waving in the air?” he laughs.
The announcer calls us to the ice, and our fans roar in support. We tune them out, just like we’re trained to, and get on with business. We stick to our half of the ice as we do a quick warmup, and before we know it, the referee blows the whistle to get the championship game started.
I stand dead center of the ice, facing a smirking Trent Daniels, and I can’t wait to wipe that look off his face. Which is exactly what I do as I demand ownership of the puck and shoot right up the ice, surprising their deadbeat goalie and scoring within the first eight seconds of the game.
The crowd is on their feet, and I hear my name being chanted over and over again. “Fuck, yeah,” Tank shouts, grabbing my head and smashing his helmet against mine. “This game is ours,” he says as the rest of the team comes to clap me on the back. Coach Harris is almost beside himself with glee.
I glance up to find Dani on her feet with her camera pulled to her face, and I know without a doubt, she’s captured that moment just perfectly. Hell, it’ll be played on ESPN highlights for years to come.
After coming back to the center with a smirk, I stand before a sullen Trent Daniels. “Look who’s laughing now, jockstrap.” He doesn’t comment, but his scowl deepens, and I realize that humiliating him is going to be so much easier than I thought.
Trent gets frustrated and attempts to slam me into the walls over and over again, narrowly missing me each time, which only proves to frustrate him further and throws his game off. Though he clearly isn’t the talent in his team. The rest of his boys make up for what he lacks, giving our team a serious run for our money, but it’s nothing I haven’t trained my boys to handle.
Trent is thrown in the sin bin ten minutes into the first period, allowing the rest of us to get a proper game in. I push forward with Jaxon and Tank hot on my heels. I recognize one of Trent’s boys from last night coming at me with everything he’s got, and I nod to Jaxon who cuts across me while I pull back and dart to the left. Jaxon does what he’s best at and body checks the dickhead into the wall, leaving their goaltender wide open. I shoot and score my second goal of the night.