Page 226 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

Domino curses, and I look back, noticing his right hand is fighting to grip his stick. It’s as if it’s suddenly frozen, his fingers unable to curl up while the limb is struggling to clench inward.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses under his breath, fighting to keep up with me. “Not now! Not fucking now.”

“You’ll regret siding with them,” I say those fateful words I watched him say to our father, grabbing his attention as I allowed myself to smile triumphantly. “You keep forcing him to watch your demise instead of prevailing.”

When I look at him for a second, shutting out the world around us, I realize what a shame all of this is. At one point inmy life, I wanted to help him, save him from himself, but it didn’t take me long to realize he’s not fixable.

A true shame.

“You never got your hand checked when you dropped that phone, did you?”

The threads of realization begin to form in the depths of his dilated pupils, igniting a level of fury I’ve never seen reach its peak in his murderous gaze.

I make that final push forward, avoiding his surging tackle by a mere second. His attempt ignites multiple gasps while the goalie yells at him.

“DOMINO, YOU FOOL!”

A shame he doesn’t realize what a fool he is in return, leaving the goalie pose wide fucking open.

“Checkmate,” I breathe and toss my stick from my right hand, which I can barely move, and catch it with my left. I swiftly maneuver into a spin, putting me on the proper side of the puck to hit it with my left.

I slam the puck with all my might, sending it flying through the air and hitting the net before the goalie reacts in an attempt to stop the inevitable.

For a moment, the entire stadium is quiet as they register what I just did.

Then they lose their fucking shits.

“YES!!!!!” The cheers are deafening.

My legs give way as I realize this game is fucking over. I don’t know how Zander is the first to get to me, but he blocks our far too excited teammates from crushing me, while Marcus seems to be on the opposite side, doing the same.

“MEDIC!” Marcus finally calls out, which is hard to hear with the fans losing their shits. I do my best to peer through the crowd, despite the miniature cocoon of protection Zander and Marcus have made. I don’t need to struggle for long because thebig screen is showing my Sweet Precious as she jumps up and down with glee.

She’s with Hannah, the two of them smiling widely while Eva is jumping up and down like she can’t contain all that energy.

She hugs Hannah, showing the back of her jersey once more, and again, I take in the symbol that’s mine. I notice there’s not one but two; the other design looks like a girl with pigtails and glasses, holding a bunny of sorts.

It intrigues me, but the cameraman moves on to show the crowd, particularly the clapping men and females in suits, looking beyond pleased with the performance.

When the medics arrive, I try to get up, but that’s a failed mission because I’m dizzy as fuck.

“Matteo?” Zander notices what’s up. “Fuck. You look like shit.”

“Thanks,” I huff, but I need to lie down. “I’m gonna need a moment or two,” I confess, thankful for the set of arms that stop me from crashing into the ice.

“Shit!” Marcus curses, and I’m being shaken. “MEDIC NOW!”

As if that’s cue concern, there’s a sudden ‘Boom’ noise, causing everything to shut off. Screams of surprise rupture through the crowd before the announcer swiftly comes on to say there’s been a power outage, and everyone should remain calm.

I don’t like that. Not at all.

There’s a sudden beep, sounding like a text message of sorts.

“Zander,” I croak his name because I have a strong feeling he has his phone. “That yours?”

“Yeah,” Zander admits, but from his tone of voice, that’s not good news.

“What?”

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