He and Abel began to skate.
It was on now.
I felt like a madman on the ice.
My legs darting post to post.
My eyes sharp. Crisp.
Watching the body language of whoever skated toward me.
Riff caught me on a wraparound goal that was almost impossible to stop.
In a game, it would have been up to Remi, Matias, or Reid to help with that.
I was pissed at myself for giving up the goal.
That’s when Coach blew his whistle.
“Gentlemen! We have a guest!”
Without hesitation, a large man stepped out onto the ice.
Wearing a nice suit with a mean looking face and slicked back hair, this was our new GM. He had the look of a nasty hockey player.
And he was able to walk on the ice like it was nothing.
He put his hands up and out. “Everyone stay where they are! I don’t need to stop practice for long!”
We all stayed put.
I even kept my mask on.
“You can call me Alonso,” our new GM announced. “I don’t want to hear any of theMr. Nowonbullshit. Got it? I’m here for one reason. One fucking reason. I want to win. I know what this team is made up of. I know the speed, the strength, the attitude. I know what this team is capable of under the current coaching staff. This is a championship caliber team. Do you all agree?”
Without hesitation we began to smack our sticks off the ice.
Alonso waved his hands again.
We quieted down.
“That’s all I need to see and hear,” Alonso said. “You’ll see me more than you probably want to. Also, I’ve hired my daughter to be the team’s new photographer. She’s going to be lingering around too. So don’t mind her. Pretend she’s not even there.”
Alonso pointed.
I looked for a split second.
It took my brain a second to realize I needed to look again.
Oh… fuck…
I looked again and…
There was a woman standing behind the glass with a camera.
Alonso’s daughter…
The woman I slept with last night.