Page 30 of Sweet Temptation

I know Hanna didn't deserve the way I spoke to her, but keeping her away from me is the only option. If my mother finds out she's more than just a one-night stand, Hanna will be killed and there will be nothing I can do about it.

Climbing out of bed, I crawl my ass to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Once the hot water runs down my body, I relax a little. One thought is still crossing my mind.

Fuck. With playing hockey, I can't be this dead inside. A sharp knock at the door jolts me out of my thoughts. ''Damon! We need to talk!'' Damien booms through the door. Rolling my eyes, I rinse the body wash from my body.

Once the towel is wrapped firmly around my waist, I open the door and face my brother with my arms crossed. ''You were with our mother and Soren for six days. Why?'' he demands.

A laugh bubbles from my throat as I shutter to control myself. ''Is that what she told you? Well, perhaps you should have been there, too. We belong to the famiglia, and we run under our mother. "You missed Soren in action, though." I laugh in his face.

Damien glares at me before his lips pull back in a snarl. "You missed four classes, so yes, it's my business. You're off killing people when you should be focusing on university,'' he barks.

Focusing on university? For fucking what reason?

I laugh again and smirk at him. ''I have it under control. Murdering a few loose ends here and there, yes, but I am not dealing," I reply with no emotion. That's my fucking job! I'm a made man, we kill who needs to be killed.

"You're going to get yourself in trouble with Margarita! And I won’t be able to save you!" he shouts. Why? Especially when it was her damn idea. I roll my eyes at his tone.

I smile, satisfied with myself as I walk to my bedroom, ignoring him. ''You're smoking weed, I can tell. If you go down that road, it's hell coming back out,'' he growls from behind me.

I turn around with a growl on my lips. "I have never smoked in my life, so take a damn step out of my space."

Damien glares at me, his eyes just as dark as mine. ''Get your head out of your ass before you lose absolutely everything," he replies.

Can't lose everything when you have nothing at all to lose.

My lips thin at the comment. ''You done?'' I ask with my arms crossed. Damien stays silent and watches me for a few moments. ''Good. I have shit to do.'' I slam my bedroom door in his face. Another loose end to take care of. But instead, my mother's name flashes across my screen.

"Mother," I reply into the phone. A chill spreads through me when I hear nothing.

"Damon, why are you so interested in this brunette? Weakness gets you killed," she says calmly. Way too calmly. Fuck.

There is no way she put two and two together, right? "Don't know what you're talking about," I reply, clicking end on the call. I don't have time for her shit, especially not when I already have an assignment from her.

Quickly getting dressed, I throw on my leather jacket and pull the back hood over my head before exiting my room and heading downstairs. ''Be home later, don't wait up.''

"Don't forget we have practice today and a game tomorrow," Ace says, looking up from the TV. I nod, shoving my boots on and heading out the door. Once I'm in my car, I slam my gearshift into reverse, speeding out of the driveway and heading toward Lune, the small town Spooner lives in.

Shoving the door to the apartment open, I stalk in and throw a bag of meth at Spooner before plopping down on the sofa. ''Wanna share?'' He smirks at me. I grabbed that for him for the simple fact that he started threatening Hanna's life, though that's not why I'm here.

He's just lucky my gun isn't in his face. I'm taking this slow. My mother wants him dead. If he thinks threatening my family is going to get him anywhere, he better start remembering where my name comes from. "No," I reply, standing with my hands in my pockets.

Spooner laughs, inhaling some smoke from the bat. ''What are you doing here?"

"Loose end," I reply, pulling my gun from my jeans and pointing the barrel at his head. Spooner's eyes widen as he stares at me.

"Stealing from a mafia family doesn't look good on you." I grin, shoving the barrel into his face. Spooner drops the meth bat on the table and watches me. I lean back on the couch, glancing over at the gang leader, and frown.

Spooner eyes me suspiciously before his lips move. "You have a lot of nerve fucking with me," he growls.

"Do I? It was an order to take you out. See you in hell." I grin as I pull the trigger. His blood spatters the floors and my face as his body falls limply on the couch.

Tucking my gun back into my jeans, I head for the door with one last look at the mess I created. That felt better than my artwork with Soren six days ago. Sighing like that was hard, I leave and head to the arena, down to the locker room where everyone awaits.

''Took you long enough,'' Sam pipes up as he ties his skates. I throw up my finger before pulling my bag from the lockers and quickly get dressed. It took me long because I had to go home and scrub blood from my body before I could show up here. When my feet touch the ice, I feel myself wobble.

The fuck? I glance down at my skates and realise they're dull. Fuck my life. ''Saint! Get in line,'' Coach yells as my teammates wait for me. Skating over, I stop beside Nate, who gives me a wary look before his eyes focus on Coach.

We're doing skating drills, and I can feel my stomach bubbling with unease. My skates are dull as fuck, and I'm about to go ass over teakettle. ''Fuck!'' Coach yells from the bench as I end up slamming into the ice when I go to skate. ''Get him off the ice.''

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