Chapter Forty-One
MAVERICK
Isat and watched the team exit the locker room.
Coach lingered behind.
He looked back at me. “Ready?”
“You know I am,” I said.
“You okay?”
“No,” I said. I stood up. “How are you doing, Coach?”
“The same as you,” he said. “But we’re both here. For a reason, right?”
“That’s right,” I said.
I went out to the ice.
I was in no mood for anything or anyone.
In reality I should have faked an injury and just skipped the game.
When I looked at the schedule and realized who we were playing…
Lay skated by me and swatted me with his stick.
“Cheer up, fucker,” he called out. “If you’re single, that’s a great thing. I’ll buy you a lap dance later. Deal?”
“Go fuck yourself, Lay,” I said.
To my right, Riff skated closed to the net and took a shot without giving me the chance to block it.
It really wasn’t that big of a deal.
But I needed an outlet.
I needed a target.
I turned and threw my goalie stick at Riff.
“What the hell?” Riff yelled at me.
I dropped my gloves and skated toward him.
“I wasn’t fucking ready for that shot,” I yelled.
“I knew that,” Riff said. “What the hell is your problem?”
“You are,” I said. “I’m going to kick your ass.”
I reached for Riff, knowing he had no issues throwing his gloves to the ice and taking a swing.
We were tangled up in a second.
Then Remi and Lay were there to break us apart.