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Just had to bring the cock up one more time, didn’t you?

Lindy

Yup. Game on.

Hello, all you beautiful people.

An apology is in order. It’s official. I was outscooped. And we all know how much I hate to be outscooped. According to footage just shared to this reporter’s tipline, it looks like one of our favorite Kroydon Hills socialites was just spotted walking into the Revolution Arena with a certain name and number on her back that doesn’t belong to her big brother. Is one of our favorite puck packers dating his team captain’s little sister?

Looks like I have a new mission to fulfill, and I won’t rest until it’s been completed and I can confirm or deny. Check back soon for all the dirty deets.

#KroydonKronicles #ScoopOfTheCentury #PuckPackPlusOne

NIXON

The music blasts through the speaker as the arena comes to life around us. Excitement and energy doing their job to help pump us up while we warm up as a team. I’m stretching out my quads when a pair of skates stops in front of me, and I hear a teammate yell to get back on your own side of the ice.

I look up and see my little brother come to a stop in front of me. He smirks around his mouth guard. “You look kinda out of shape, brother.”

I stand and shove Hendrix away with a laugh. “Yeah well, you still skate slow as shit. No clue how the fuck you made it to the NHL with those moves.”

Leo skates over, and I hear a reporter yelling, “Nixon, Leo, Hendrix. Turn around and give us a shot.”

Hendrix stands between us and throws an arm around each of our shoulders. “Get a good look now, because neither of these guys’ll be smiling when I kick their asses and they lose tonight.”

“Okay, big mouth.” Cross, our actual team captain to Easton’s co-captain, cuts his youngest brother-in-law off before he starts shit before the game. “No getting us all thrown in the sin bin before the puck’s even been dropped.”

“Wouldn’t be the first Sinclair to do it,” Hendrix points out and smiles.

“That shit was fun. I have no regrets,” I tell them as Ares ices us all when he stops next to us.

“Are we having a tea party no one invited me to?” he asks with a dead serious look on his face.

“Just saying hi before all you fuckers are crying in your beer that you lost,” Hendrix jokes. Fucker probably thinks that’s actually happening, but he’s got no clue. Our cold streak lasted exactly one week. As soon as we worked out the kinks and brought up a new winger from the farm team, things started clicking again. “Hey, there’s the girls.”

We all look over to where Hendrix is pointing at Gracie, Everly, Lindy, and Mackenzie.

“Oh, damn,” Ares barks out as Easton skates over to the boards to say hi to Lindy and the kids.

“Somebody wanna tell me why Kenzie Hayes is wearing Nixon’s jersey?”

“You didn’t,” Cross groans and shakes his head.

Leo laughs and looks at me. “Want me to protect you?”

“You can all fuck right off.” I ignore whatever else they’re saying as the most satisfying, possessive feeling I’ve had burns behind my ribs. Seeing this beautiful girl in my jersey, with my name stretched across the back, declaring her mine for the entire world to see... Yeah. That feeling isn’t going away any time soon.

I skate over to where Mac stands behind the half-wall and pull off my helmet. “Hey, baby.”

Her cheeks flame red as Everly fans herself, and fake whispers, “He called her baby.”

“I’m going to be sick,” Gracie groans, and she might be serious because she’s a little green. But she’s got a husband somewhere to worry about her, so for once, I’m worrying about my woman and me.

Like a goddamn magnet, I lean in, drawn to Mac, and claim her lips, dying to do more but knowing I can’t. Not here. Not yet. “You came.”

She smiles and tugs at the jersey. “I had some new clothes I wanted to wear. What do you think? It’s not my last name, but it’s not too shabby, right?” She teases me, and my blood roars in my ears.

Not her last name... yeah. We can change that.

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