He didn’t say anything for a minute, but I could still feel his eyes on me. “You and G need to make up. Soon. Buy her some flowers or something, man.” His voice was low and muted. Meant only for my ears.
“She’s the one who kicked me to the curb.” I stared up at him irritably.
“Yeah, but you messed up first. You should have told her about the kids.”
He and I’d had this exact same conversation a million times in the last month. “I had my reasons. You know that.”
“She deserved to know.”
Finished with my skates, I stood up and spoke directly into his face, “It’s not your business. Lay off.” I shoved his shoulder with my hand. “And if you pick a fight with that idiot tonight, do not expect me to have your back.”
With that, I stormed out the door.
“We’re winning,Trey. Leave it be!” I shouted, trying my best to stay in front of him. “This is exactly what he wants you to do. Do not lose your shit!” And it was true. We had a three goal lead and there were only ten minutes left on the clock.
By the grace of God, Trey and Rozovsky had not had one altercation.
Yet.
Until now.
“Get out of my way, Moreau. He’s going down!” Trey screamed, pushing me away. I tried to hold onto his jersey, but he was too fast.
Like the morons they were, Trey and Rozovsky kept name calling until the first punch was thrown. Rozovsky clipped Trey on the chin, and his head swung to the side as he dropped to his knees.
Trey recovered in seconds, regaining his feet quickly.
You could feel the rage surging off him. He stalked over to Rozovsky, a death wish written all over his face. I thought I saw Rozovsky flinch slightly before Trey’s famous, right hook connected to his cheek.
Blood splattered all over the ice and the crowd went berserk.
“Saw your bestie got a commercial. Too bad you don’t like girls two at a time like him.”
I sighed, knowing the familiar voice speaking into my ear.
Part of me wanted to skate away and ignore his ass.
Part of me wanted to introduce his face to my fist.
Again.
“I’m not in the mood, Smythe. Get gone,” I said, leaning onto my stick.
Part of me hoped he’d listen.
Part of me hoped he wouldn’t.
“Ah, right. You just like keeping girls on the line, right? Screwing your baby mama while Gigi waits for you at home? Oh, I forgot, Gigi finally smartened up and got rid of your ass.” He laughed, his mouth opening up so wide, I could count his fillings.
“Shut it, Smythe!” My blood was more than boiling. Just hearing Geneviève’s name pass across his lips had me seeing red.
“I’m sure she’ll find someone to warm her bed, soon. I know how much time she spends with your bestie over there,” he said snidely, his head nodding to the fighting duo. “Maybe he’s getting her ready for a threesome of their own.”
That.
Was.
It.