Page 50 of Triple Pucked
Eden
“Coach is tradingmy twin like property,” I hiss. “He promised that we wouldn’t be parted. We left our country for the first time in our life and came to America, signing with the Bay Rebels because they agreed to put it into the contract that we could stay together.”
Of course, coach would do this.
The man who broke his own son and hid the worst of his abuse from his daughter.
The man who groomed his players.
The man whose obsession with power and legacy is driving him to destroy his team.
I am killing him. Fuck the therapy.
It’s Monday morning, and my mind should be on my PA job this morning. It’s two minutes after nine. I’m officially late.
I officially don’t care.
I stalk after D’Angelo down the wide corridor.
This is part of the mansion that D’Angelo renovated by himself and wouldn’t let me enter. Maybe he wanted to create a private man cave, which holds a geeky side to him that I haven’t discovered yet.
Warhammer or Pokemon.
D’Angelo likes to act mysterious and shit. Robyn says that gives him the Lucifer pretending to be Bond vibe.
I think it’s more of a villain vibe. I bet that D’Angelo has created a lair for himself.
After breakfast, he told me to follow him because he had asurpriseto show me.
I fucking hate surprises.
I stick my hands into the pockets of my thick hoodie against the bite of the cold.
My fingers are numb like my mind has been ever since Shay broke apart in my arms when I returned yesterday from Cody’s cottage.
I knew the moment I saw Shay that something had happened, from which he may not recover.
When our gazes met, I sucked in my breath at the look in his gray eyes.
I’d seen it before.
I’d shoved the blackberry cake into the fridge and opened my arms in silent invitation.
Shay had dived into my arms, hugging me tightly like it would be the last time.
D’Angelo glances over his shoulder at me. He’s dressed in a sleek pinstriped suit, but his hair is mussed, which is unusual. There are purple shadows underneath his eyes.
He looks exhausted.
Something twists in my stomach.
“It’s out of coach’s hands,” D’Angelo replies. “Charles is trying to hurt me through the man I love. Obsessional love is like that. If you can’t possess someone, then you destroy them through the people who are closest to them. If we openly go against this, then Charles will target Robyn.”
“It will destroy Shay.” I clench my jaw. “It will destroy all of us.”
D’Angelo pauses, turning to face me. “Would you leave with him?”
“He’s not leaving.”
