Page 81 of Broken Promises

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“Thanks for the video,man. It was great,” I tell Gideon after the game. We won two to zero. I got the only other goal in the third period.

“That was actually Maggie. She somehow managed to get ahold of Sinclair, and he agreed to help her with it.”

“How?” I ask, shocked. I don’t even know how to get in touch with him, and I work for him.

“I have no idea,” he says with a laugh. “Not the end, though. I don’t know how that happened.”

“Sinclair said he had an idea,” I say.

“You think that was his idea?”

I shrug.

“If the video was Maggie, what were you talking about before the game?”

Gideon rubs the back of his neck, looking embarrassed. “It’s lame now. It was cool before the video and arrest.”

I snort. “I’m sure it was great.”

“Just give it to him,” Slava says.

Gideon sighs and reaches behind him, grabbing a jersey and throwing it at me. I open it up and laugh, hard. It’s my number, but the back says Mr. Prince.

“I love this. I’m taking it home with me.”

“He’s so going to fuck Willa wearing that,” Martinez says.

I glare at him. “I am, but you don’t get to talk about it.”

He laughs and continues to undress in the methodical way he has.

“Monroe. Sinclair wants to see you,” Coach says.

I’m half-dressed but make my way into the hallway in my socks, anyway. Sinclair may have done me a favor tonight, but he’s not a man to keep waiting just because you’re half in hockey gear and smell like sweat.

“Bethany is being charged with stalking and attempted kidnapping, among many other things,” he says without greeting.

“Was that video you?” I ask him.

“It was actually the body cam footage from the undercover officer she hired.”

My mouth hangs open in shock.

“I was her target before you were. It’s not the first time she tried this. You sleeping with her got her to stop harassing my wife. Getting her away from yours was the least I can do.”

“Thank you, sir,” I tell him. He nods and walks off, but then pauses and looks at me over his shoulder. “You should also be aware that she was the reason behind the last New York game being dangerous for you. She blackmailed the coach. That’s been taken care of as well.”

I scratch the back of my head, both confused and thankful for Anderson Sinclair.

“Dec!” I look up to see Ben walking quickly in my direction. “How are you doing?”

“I’m okay.” He raises a brow in question. I laugh. “I really am. Still trying to sort through everything that happened tonight, but I’m also happy to have friends like you and the guys.”

Ben smiles and nods. “Good to hear it. I just wanted to check on you before I left.”

I frown. “You’re leaving?”

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