“Since we’re sharing our secrets tonight—tell me something?” I asked, even though I was fairly certain he wouldn’t.
Trey shrugged and leaned back on his hands. “If I can.”
“What’s the deal between you and Rozovsky?”
It was as though a storm had begun behind his eyes. “Don’t bring him up.”
“I just told you enough shit about me to sink a ship. You owe me. I’ve been curious for years what your deal is with him.”
“He’s a douche.”
I smirked and nodded. “I get that. But why are you guys trying to remove each other’s heads every time you get on the rink?”
“It’s a long story, and it’s not really mine to tell.”
“So, tell me what you can.”
His gazed slid to the ground. “He hurt a girl I know.”
“What? You serious?”
He bobbed his head a few times. “Nice kid, too. Nobody deserves to be treated like that—but especially not this gal.”
“Are you saying he was—physical with her?”
“Yeah, man.”
“How do you know?”
“Caught him before it went—further.”
“Shit, did she report it?”
He shook his head. “I’ve offered to take her to the police. Many, many times. She won’t go. Says they won’t believe her anyway.”
“That is not right.” I thought about it for a minute, and I knew I’d be pressing my luck. But I had to ask one more question. “Was it a girlfriend of yours?”
That storm turned into a hurricane.
“My sister.”