Page 7 of Dirty Brothers
“Justin!” Mom scolds. My twin shoots her a look, then skates back to the center to set up with the team. Knowing my time has come to an end I add,
“Nice to meet you, Molly. You should do as my brother said because I know for a fact it will drive Brady fucking crazy to see you wearing his number.” Before my mom can scold me, I follow Justin’s lead and get into formation, leaving Brayden to deal with our mom and future stepsister.
The atmosphere in the locker room is charged, we’re all dying to get out on the ice and take the fucking Knight’s down and show this town that we are here to stay. Because of a faulty wiring issue, our rink burned down and took half of our school with it, so as of right now we are being moved to this rink and integrating in to the Knights school until ours is fixed. None of them know this yet, and will be briefed on it Monday when we all show up to their classes.
None of us love the idea of sharing space with those cock suckers after what Brady did to Brayden two years ago, but with our plan in place, this is the best chance we have of finally destroying that fucker once and for all.
“Tonight, I want you all to go out there and show those assholes who the fuck we are and why we are the best fucking team in the state!” The whole room erupts in cheers at Bray’s pre game speech. “Now get the fuck out there and get me that W.” All the boys jump to their feet and continue cheering on their way out of the room. As me and Justin attempt to follow the team, Brayden holds his arm out and stops us. He doesn’t say a thing until the locker room is empty and only the three of us remain. “I want you to crush that son of a bitch.”
“We already have by ruining his precious girlfriend,” Justin snarks.
I shoot my twin a glare. “She isn’t his anything,” I spit.
“Rumor is Brady is trying to get her back, so I think we should take her offer and meet her tonight just to cement ourplace, if you get what I mean.” I shake my head, my twin can be such an idiot.
“Get us the win and you have a deal but you bomb out, you get no pussy.” Both Justin and I shoot our brother a glare as we shoulder past and head out with his laughter as our exit song.
“I’m fucking her tonight while she is wearing my number.”
I snort. “Get fucked, she’ll be wearing mine.” He shoots me a look that has me laughing. “Did I forget to mention I stopped by Mom’s and gave her my hoodie to give to Molly, with my numberandname on it?” The look on Justin’s face will forever be imprinted in my mind. He looks like a stunned fucking fish.
SEVEN
MOLLY
I feel weird not sitting in the stands with the Knights supporters but it felt wrong, like I was a fraud by sitting with them. I no longer have a vested interest in that team. Considering Lennon is a hockey fanatic and lives and breathes this sport, I always accompany her to the games. I used to come for Brady as well, but not anymore.
As Len and I make our way toward the other side where my dad and his fiancée, Stella, are sitting, I’m intercepted when someone grabs my arm and pulls me to a stop. I look up and lock eyes with my ex. Anger instantly fills me and I want to lash out and slap him but I manage to refrain, just.
“What the hell are you wearing, Molly? You think you can come to one ofmygames wearing that cunt’s number?” The fact Brady thinks he has a right to tell me what I can and can’t wear pisses me off. He was always like this and I never noticed how much of a dick he really was until we broke up.
I try to yank my arm free but he only tightens his grip, causing me to wince in pain. “Get your hands off me, Brady. I can wear whatever the hell I want. You lost the right to tell me what to do when you shoved your cock down my best friend's throat!”
“Unless you want me to break your fucking arm, I suggest you get your fucking hands off her.” I look to my side to see Brayden and the twins standing there with murderous looks in their eyes. Brady sneers at them, then releases me with a shove. I stumble but Kingston grips my waist, steadying me before I can fall. I gasp at the feeling of his hands on me.
“Have her, she was a fucking useless lay anyway.” Brady’s words are like a sucker punch to the gut and the fact his team is behind him and my new stepbrothers all heard that makes me feel ashamed. “She’ll come back to me. She's just playing hard to get, aren't you, baby?”
“Hmmmm, or maybe she didn’t want her first time to be with a two-pump chump. But not to worry, we’ll make sure we take real good care of her and ensureevery needis met,” Kingston says, causing my eyes to widen as the double meaning of his words isn’t lost on me. But, it’s the fact he saidfirst timethat has me wondering how the hell he knew that?
Ican’t even focus on the game. Len is giving me a play-by-play but her words are like white noise. I'm sitting here wearing Kingston’s hoodie with his name and number on it and his mom keeps shooting me weird looks that I can’t decipher. All I keep thinking about is getting the fuck out of here and going to the club in the hopes my masked men are there to take the edge off.
When the final buzzer sounds, our side of the stadium is on their feet and cheering. “Holy shit, Lollie!” Lennon screams, then drags me to my feet and begins jumping up and down,making me smile. “They won, they fucking won.” I look down at the rink to see Justin and Kingston bumping their chests together and Brayden pumping his clipboard up in the air.
Fuck, they’re hot!
I quickly shake away any thoughts of my future stepbrothers. My dad is marrying their mom in three weeks and I can’t think about them like this.
After saying goodbye to my dad and Stella, we head out and this time we manage to avoid bumping into Brady. I try to convince Len to come to the club with me but she turns me down. I park my car in the lot of the club and step out. I peel my jeans down my legs and switch my sneakers for some cream colored heels and lose Kingston’s hoodie, leaving me naked except for Justin’s playing jersey. It’s not the most sexy outfit but I don’t plan to be in it long anyway. Before leaving my car, I snag my mask from the other night off the seat and secure it on my head, then make my way inside.
I order a drink and grab a booth in the back, I can’t stop fidgeting and every masked guy that I spot has my breath hitching and I keep scolding myself for it. Not every man is here to fuck my brains out.
I’ve been sitting here for an hour and I’m about to give up hope of the guys ever showing up, then two of them slide in the booth in front of me, and I feel someone slip in beside me. I can’t help but smirk.
They came!
All three of them are wearing tuxes and the same masks with that blue cross that matches the one on my jersey.
I start to wonder if the cross on their masks represents the Saints.
