Page 157 of Pucking Obsessed

His expression is shuttered.

What if Heine’s locked Shay and Robyn up somewhere?

Shay will be triggered by being trapped in a room like he was when he was a kid.

At least he’ll be together with Robyn.

“You don’t need them,” I insist. “You want me. You have me. Let the other two go, and I’ll do whatever you tell me to.”

Heine settles himself next to me on the bed, cross-legged. “Interesting. Would you sacrifice yourself for any of the players and staff?”

“Of course. I’m the captain.”

Heine leans down, letting his hair cascade over my face. “Sure. You always did look out for people. You liked to hide how kind you were behind your icy lone wolf mask.”

“And you liked to hide how ruthless you were behind your sweet kitten mask.”

“Then we’re both smart.” Heine smiles, but it doesn’t meet his eyes.

The horned mask rests on the pillow next to me, along with the fiery whip.

I shake with the need to grab that whip and use it on Heine.

Except, that’s what he wants.

“But are you happy?” I narrow my eyes. “With your fleet of private jets, Van Goghs, and private island? You could be doing anything but you’re here, messing with my life. What happened? We had a deal. You weren’t meant to contact me again. You should have been hands-off with the club.”

Heine leans over me like a corrupted angel. His wings flap. He grabs me by the shoulders and helps me to sit up.

When he takes the time to readjust the pillows behind my back, it seems that he’s delaying in order to calculate his answer.

Heine appears casual and like his answers are throwaway. But the truth lies in his shark-like eyes.

He doesn’t make a move without thinking it out. I should have paid more attention to that.

Heine was my responsibility back then and this situation is mine now. I should never have dragged anyone else into it.

I believed that defying Heine would make him back off.

I was wrong.

I’ve spent years appeasing authority figures: my parents, the teachers at the discipline school, and coach.

I’ve been conditioned to.

No fucking way was I adding Heine, even if he’s my boss, to that list.

I thought that I could stand up against his manipulations and control. I never believed that he’d go this far.

Stalkers, huh?

“You know that I’m not happy.” Heine grips my chin, forcing me to turn and meet his intense gaze. “I’ve watched you, the puck boy, drinking and fucking your way through the scene. It looks like a cry for help.”

“So does drugging and kidnapping your employees.”

“Why don’t we help each other then?”

“Pass.”

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