Page 106 of Triple Pucked
As if she saw me more clearly than anyone had before and she loved every flawed bloody part of me.
I could have knelt right there in front of everyone for her.
Dancing as D’Angelo’s — Lucifer’s — dark familiar, stripped bare but freed to be myself behind my mask, was the best experience of my life.
I was made to feel worth the world, rather than worthless.
D’Angelo is the best dirty talker I know but he doesn’t need words. He can make me feel seven inches taller (as tall as everyone else on the rink), with a single look.
On the stage, I didn’t need to be any size other than I am.
For the first time, I was entirely comfortable in my own bare skin.
Yet as soon as we got home together (and this place has become my home), Robyn told me what Garcia had told her.
Then my world shattered.
D’Angelo’s expression darkened. “I’m calling security.That bitch.I warned her what would happen if she dared to come close to you again.”
I’d never heard him sound like that. He was transformed by a protective rage. My cheeks pinked that it was for me.
Robyn rested her hand on D’Angelo’s arm. “Don’t turn allEdenon me. You know how we’re going to have to restrain his Rambo turned arsonist impulses when we tell him.”
D’Angelo took a deep breath. “You don’t understand. I underestimated how dangerous Blythe is. I thought that I could control her like I have other abusive doms through blacklisting and bans. She’s spun into a narcissistic rage, however, and joined up with other people in our lives who want to hurt us. Now, she’s hiding behind the Misfits.”
“Garcia discovered that not only is she behind KillaStar,” Robyn replied, “but KillaStar is likely responsible for the butt plug incident on the ice, which injured Shay and lost us the game. She probably used the betting as a cover. If you get Garcia to investigate who ordered those dead roses, as well asthat creepy Valentine’s card, then I bet that he’ll find a link to KillAStar.”
“Has she contacted you directly?” D’Angelo held my gaze.
I froze.
This was it:The moment that I’d feared ever since Blythe sent me her first message.
I didn’t reply.
I couldn’t.
What if D’Angelo tossed me out? Finally saw through my mask to the trash that I am? Abandoned both Eden and me because I fucked up?
I’d kept secrets, hiding Blythe’s orders and punishments.
Written on myself for her.
I deserved to be rejected.But I’d still bloody break.
I hunched my shoulders, unable to speak.
My throat was too tight.
Was this how my brother felt all the time?
I hated it.
I ducked my head, allowing my hair to fall over my face.
Unable to speak, I shook my head.
Frowning, D’Angelo strode to me and grabbed me by the chin, pulling my head up.
