Page 46 of Pucking Them
Closely followed by suits and stationery.
Although, arson may be higher.
I raise my head and peek across the arena at Cody, who is standing next to Noah.
Cody’s expression is tight with a protective rage. He has barely glanced away from Wilder.
I think it’s a toss-up whether Wilder has more to fear from Eden or my brother right now.
Cody catches my eye and smiles at me, however, sympathetically. He tilts his head, pointing at himself.
I know that he’s offering to come and stand with me.
I love that he wants to support me, but Dad is watching.
Dad is already giving my brother a hard time. Cody is working tonight, and Dad will hand Cody his ass for any slip ups. Dad has really been on his back. It would be better for him to stay with the medical staff.
I shake my head.
Then I tap Eden’s chest, as if to say that Eden has got it.
Cody’s expression softens. He trusts Eden the most out of my partners.
He nods, reassured.
“Silas is here.” Eden’s voice is cautious. “He’s standing with the other board members on the stands.”
“How does he look?”
“Pissed.”
Shit.
I glance at the rink, as Atlas struggles to shut down an attack by the Penguins, only supported by Lucas.
To my relief, Atlas stops the Penguins from scoring.
Wilder, however, steals the puck. His long blond hair flies out from underneath his helmet.
Then he checks Grayson, who was closing on him, hard enough to spin him into the boards. The glass rattles.
Wilder is a dirty player, who uses the advantage of his physical strength to beat other players into submission.
Yet both Shay and D’Angelo are more talented: an ice prince and his angel.
They should be skating rings around Wilder.
Except, their focus is on the man and not the puck.
And that’s their mistake.
Wilder skates with infuriating confidence toward the net. He smirks, catching my eye.
Suddenly, I am flooded by memories of our luxurious but cold penthouse, where Wilder isolated me away from my friends and family. Of long nights eating cold pasta alone because hedidn’t come home, canceling plans or pretending that he had extra practice. Later, I discovered that he was out cheating with other women. Of the expensive jewelry that he gave me on my birthday that I never wore, which he asked his secretary to pick out for me. Of how he smiled and flattered, while destroying my self-worth. How I put my career on hold to support him, while he pursued his ambitions.
How the asshole failed to make me come for six long years.
The abusive dick hazed and bullied D’Angelo, my best friend, without me knowing. I would never have fallen in love or agreed to marry Wilder if I’d known what he was doing.
