Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Bobby eyes Jaxon through a narrowed stare, and as I skate between them, gaining Bobby’s attention, my curiosity gets the best of me. “What’s up with Jax?” I ask.
Bobby lets out a small laugh. “Fucker’s got his balls tangled, that’s what,” he grunts with a knowing smirk, shaking his head to himself.
“Right,” I murmur, letting it go. After all, who Jax decides to sink his cock into each night really isn’t my business.
With our warm-up time almost over, I go to skate away, but Bobby continues. “Just be ready,” he warns me, nodding up at the chick in the grandstand. “With Cass here, I have a feeling Jax is going to be on fire tonight.”
“Got it, man,” I say with a nod as I push on down the ice, wanting to shoot a few practice shots before our time is up. It sounds like it’s going to be an interesting game tonight, maybe even a fast one. Hell, I’ve grown up around guys like Jax, and with the eyes of some chick on them and the possibility of getting their dick wet, there’s nothing they won’t do to impress the girl.
After taking a few shots and getting in my zone, I skate over to the side and squirt some water into my mouth, which is when I notice them sitting up in the grandstand. My fucking parents. Just fucking wonderful.
Noticing my stare, my mom puts on the supportive parent show, waving her hands and showing off her jersey with my number on the back. It’s fucking embarrassing. To the crowd around them, it looks like Mom is the best parent in the world, but I know better. It’s nothing more than a performance . . . and a fucking terrible one at that.
Knowing Mom won’t stop until she gets some sort of reaction from me, I nod my head to acknowledge them both and get a beaming smile out of her. My father simply nods back with his ever-present scowl, though that will soon change. The second the game starts he’ll be on his feet, probably down in Coach’s ear, hollering at every call the referee makes in his desperate need to feel relevant. It’s going to be fan-fucking-tastic.
I ignore them as I get into position and wait for the rest of the boys to fall in line. The whistle blows and everyone springs into action, starting the game strong. Just as Bobby predicted, Jax is on fire. He steals the puck from the opposition, and we follow him down the ice, ready to defend him if need be. The game must only be thirty seconds in when he scores the first goal.
A wide grin rips across my face as I celebrate with the boys. I can’t say I don’t love the game. It’s fast and exciting, and the thrill of getting the biscuit in the fucking net is amazing. Not the same sort of rush that I get from being in the ring, but it’s still up there as one of the best adrenaline rushes I’ve ever experienced.
I’m in my zone tonight, and I must admit, it probably has something to do with Cole’s training. The dude is a fucking legend and knows exactly what he’s doing, inside and outside of the ring. I feel faster and stronger, and I’ve only been training with him for two weeks. I’ve given him my requirements for the team and he’s managed to slip that shit into my training so I’m not wearing myself out.
The co-owners of Rebels Advocate are pretty cool too. I’ve met Caden, Luke and Jace a few times, and so far they all seem pretty pumped about me getting into the Underground. They even think that with Cole’s training I could take it out, which also means a shitload of money could potentially be coming my way. Hell, the very thought has my gaze shifting up to my parents. I can’t fucking wait to get out from under their hold.
I’m not gonna lie, the idea of entering the Underground isn’t one that I’m ready to take lightly. All of the guys from Rebels Advocate have come to speak with me privately, really making sure that I fully understand the dangers of what I’m getting myself into. Which I certainly do. It’s simple. If I fuck up, I’m screwed. And if I really fuck up, I’m dead.
Keeping my head in the game, I push myself to my limits, watching the other team with a sharp eye and having my boys’ backs at every fucking turn. Just as always, the game flies by, and as expected, my boys step off the ice with yet another win under their belts. There’s no denying it. Since I started skating with the Dragons, I’ve found myself much more exhilarated with the game than I used to be, and despite my current situation, I’m looking forward to the rest of the season. It will be hard and exhausting, but I have no doubt this team will take out the championship. The only question is, will I be here to do it with them?