Page 172 of Pucking Them
D’Angelo shouldn’t be playing tonight. If he’d told coach about his collapse, then he’d have been benched.
Cody and Noah are both on the alert, in case D’Angelo collapses again midgame. Michael has given them the contact of a private doctor that he knows in Pittsburgh.
Cody spent most of the journey to Pittsburgh talking down Michael from driving to join us, despite his important hospital shift.
If he’s worried about D’Angelo, then I am as well.
The crowd hopefully can’t tell that something is off about D’Angelo’s play, however, with how the rest of the team are covering for him.
But I can.
D’Angelo should have taken the time to be checked out at hospital like Michael wanted, rather than traveled all the way to Pittsburgh to play this game.
D’Angelo is dangerously committed to his team. Coach shouldn’t kick his arse. He should see how much his captain sacrifices for the sake of the team.
“Three minutes left.” I scan the rink.
This will be close.
Too close.
The energy in the arena is high. I am wound tight.
Coach launches up from the bench, waving his arms and screaming at the players.
Helpful.
I glance over the directors who are seated on the benches besides coach. Then I give a curt nod to the muscled men in sleek black suits, who are standing discretely at intervals behind us and the benches with their hands clasped in front of them.
They are the private security team that D’Angelo hired.
After what happened in the locker room with Wilder, when D’Angelo was attacked, none of us were prepared to travel here with the Bay Rebels security alone.
Someone in Bay Rebels wants to hurt D’Angelo — hurt the team.
But who?
Tonight, I am Robyn’s bodyguard.
I don’t give a shit about how much my head hurts. I swore to Shay that he could focus on scoring tonight because I wouldn’t leave Robyn’s side.
He has his job, and I have mine.
I scan the crowds.
Yet my gaze is caught on coach and directors again.
What happened to D’Angelo in the showers was personal. I should know. When I come for my enemies, it’s fucking personal.
Who would want to hurt D’Angelo like that and why?
Wilder hadn’t been acting alone.
D’Angelo spent the trip on the bus, sending messages across to Robyn and me who were traveling on the staff bus with Noah and Cody.
Cody calls it theFun Bus.
Robyn showed me his text.
