Page 119 of Heartless Game

But I couldn’t deny that she was headed in the direction of my childhood home in Brooklyn. Where my family lived.

Without a thought, I unlaced my skates, leaving them on the floor as I slid on my sneakers, not even bothering to change back into street clothes. I was going to pay for this. I’d be benched for sure, maybe for the rest of the season, maybe kicked off the team.

I didn’t fucking care. All I cared about was getting to Tovah.

I scrolled through my phone until I found my father’s number and hit the call button as I dressed.

He picked up after three rings.

“Do you know what today is, son?” he asked.

His voice sounded hoarse, like he was in pain, but I didn’t have the time to wonder why.

“Why the fuck is my girlfriend headed to the house?” I asked.

“Ah, so you admit you have a girlfriend now. Tovah Lewis, is it? I’ve spent some time getting acquainted with her mother…”

Which explained why Tovah was headed in that direction. How the hell she’d gotten her car back, I had no idea. Nor did I care at this damn moment.

“Don’t you fucking touch her. Don’t you fucking touch either of them, or there will be hell to pay.”

My father chuckled, the laugh making the hair on my neck stand up. “I don’t think you’re in the position to be giving orders, son. At least not yet.”

Seething, I forced out, “What do you fucking want.”

“Ah,” he said. “I’d like you here for Shabbos dinner. We’ll have some special guests, and it’s in your best interest to attend. Sundown is at seven. Don’t be late.”

He hung up before I could say anything else.

“What the fuck just happened?” Judah said, and the guys crowded around me.

“What’s going on?” Asher asked.

I couldn’t even respond. My whole body felt like it was on fire. The last time I’d felt fear like this was when I’d watched my mom’s car get shot up and seen her body. I’d never thought I’d feel fear like this again, because I never thought I’d care again.

My father had her. Was doing god knew what to her. She might not even be alive.

I could’ve lost her. Could lose her still. She was mine, and we’d finally worked our shit out, and my father was trying totake her from me.And knowing Abe Silver, he would do everything in his power to succeed. My body felt like it was tearing itself apart.

I didn’t even realize what I was doing until the pain drove through my hand and up my arm.

I’d punched in one of the lockers. There was a huge fucking dent, and my hand was bleeding.

“Holy fuck,” Judah exploded. “Isaac, you need to breathe. Breathe.”

“What I need is to get the fuck out of here. My dad has Tovah. I don’t know how much time she has left before?—”

I punched the locker again, barely registering the pain.

“Isaac, this isn’t helping,” Jack said. “Get your shit together. She needs you.”

I shook my head, clearing it. He was right. There was no time for emotion.

“Go,” Lawson said. “We’ll cover for you.”

But was there time? It would take four hours to get to Brooklyn. My father could do anything in that time.

I tried my sister’s phone, but it rang and rang.

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