My trial.
And I know the asshole who has put me here.
The question is…why?
What does Heine want?
What about the other board members?
“This is ridiculous,” I snarl.
“We didn’t ask for your opinion,” Colton snaps.
Why does Colton appear to have more power in this room than coach? What is he trying to get out of this?
Robyn shoves her chair back, standing as well.
My startled gaze meets hers.
Next to Robyn, Shay pushes himself up as well. Then they march to stand at my shoulder.
“Is this your Spartacus moment?” I drawl.
“I don’t know who that is,” Shay replies, knocking my shoulder with his. “Is he one of your classical dead blokes? But if it means that we burn together, then yeah, it bloody well is.”
My lips twitch. “I appreciate the show of support.”
“Sitting is overrated.” Robyn’s beautiful emerald eyes are troubled, but she forces herself to smile.
I fucking adore this woman.
My chest is tight.
I never thought that I’d find people in my life who wouldn’t let me face the nightmares alone.
Yet my lovers are proving to me that not only will they face my dark past and demons but also the monsters of the present.
Monsters like Colton, Heine, and the board.
I tilt up my chin. “So, I’m here. Who wants to fuck me first? Are you taking turns or is this a gangbang situation?”
Lee, a slim man in his sixties with thinning white hair, olive skin, and a dour expression, grimaces. “Is this how you let your players talk?”
“I don’t let D’Angelo do anything,” coach replies. “He manages to be a dumbass all on his own.”
“What about the other player?” Bronwyn points at Shay. “The talented one out of the twins? That’s a sore looking black eye,son. Did you get it on the ice or a fight off it? I’ve heard the rumors.”
I hiss out a breath.
Shay has frozen.
“Mr. Prince has not been involved in any fighting off the ice,” Robyn says with careful precision.
When she nudges me, nodding toward the line of grim faced board members, my heart speeds up.
Stansfield has turned on his phone and is recording the meeting.
Jerk.