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“Blake, I was waiting for you to call me back,” he states instead of a greeting.
“Yeah, sorry. I had to get my head straight after yesterday.”
“I’ve been there. Getting arrested is not fun, more so when it’s a charge like this,” Grayson responds and I get a feeling that he is talking from experience.
I don’t pry, though, and just ask what I’ve been dying to know since yesterday.
“Are you releasing me?” I ask, bracing myself against the fence, preparing for whatever news is about to come my way.
Goodbye, hockey. You’ve been good to me. I have no idea with I will be without you.
“Release you? Why the fuck will I release you?” Grayson asks, sounding almost insulted by my question.
I feel my brows scrunch up in confusion. “Because I was arrested for beating someone up?”
If I was with any other team, they would have said goodbye to me the second that they saw my mugshot.
“Did you have a good reason for it?” he asks and I can’t help but to wonder where he’s going with this.
“Yeah, I do,” I answer without going into too much detail.
“And you were released, I assume, since you are calling me from your cell phone?” he asks.
“Yeah, I was. The charges against me were dropped.”
“Then I have no reason to release you,” Grayson says, and right away my whole damn body relaxes.
I let my chin fall to my chest and I let out a sigh of relief.
“Really? I’m still a Knight?” I have to ask because I need all the confirmation that I can get.
“You’re still a Knight, Blake. And if I have it might way, you will be a Knight for life,” he says and I have never been more relieved in my life.
“And here I was almost puking my guts out thinking that I was getting released or traded,” I say, a chuckle leaving my mouth. It feels good to laugh a little.
A hand lands on my non-injured shoulder. When I look up, I see that it’s my brother, giving me a smile of his own, relaxing me even more.
“Sorry if my calls freaked you out.”
“It’s alright, man.”
“Look, once you get back to Chicago, we’ll talk some more. For now, I’ll let you go. If you need a few extra days to take care of things, let me know. Your spot on the team will be waiting for you.
“Thank you, Mr. Lane,” I say into the phone, so fucking grateful to still have a place on his team.
“Don’t call me that. Makes me think I’m my uncle or something. I’ll see you in a few days.”
The call ends and I swear the majority of the stress rolling through my body has washed away.
“Damn, and here I thought you were going to be released and I was finally going to be the fastest one on the team again,” Christian jokes.
I turn to look at the fucker and find him shaking his head, but a smirk playing on his ugly face.
“Fuck you,” I say, flipping him off in the process.
He starts to laugh and he is quickly joined by Isaac and Hunter. I shake my head at all three of them for laughing at my expense, but after a few seconds I can’t help but to laugh with them too. It’s like a high.
The laughing quiets down when the door to the house opens.
