Page 27 of Room Twenty-Eight: Her Beautiful Surrender

“Fucking deserves it,” I hiss as my lip tugs at the glue. “Fucking wants to comfort Asta over my fall with his team.” They both stare at me, anger overtaking their features.

“He realize that’s Leon’s baby sister?” Colt asks.

“Doubt it.” Glancing at the dressing room doors, I’m itching to get back out there.

Time crawls before we stand and make our way back out to the ice. On the bench again, I turn to look up at where my girl is supposed to be, and I see her plastered to the window in the booth, gazing down at me. A slow smile graces her lips when she catches my attention on her.

“Let’s win this!” Hudson shouts, a grin on his face when he recognizes Cecily with Asta. He’s out to prove something to that girl, and I don’t doubt he’s looking to win her over, too.

* * *

Asta

“It’s fine,” I mutter. “He’s fine.” Cecily squeezes my hands as I mumble to myself while doing my best to ignore the snickering from behind me.

“He’ll come back out.” Cec takes a long chug of the champagne we are not supposed to be drinking, chuckling when my father groans as Diesel returns to the ice.

His wife huffs out an annoyed breath from a few seats over, glaring our way. “They should kick him out of the game,” she whines. “Poor Chad had to be helped off the ice.” It’s all she’s been concerned with since the fight, and I have a terrible suspicion she’s either interested in the player or is already fucking him. I keep the opinion to myself, however.

Richard glares over at me. “I can’t believe you wore that ridiculous getup.” He’s been bitching about it from the moment I walked into the box. He’s equally pissed Cecily is wearing Hudson’s jersey but won’t say anything to her because she’s not his child. Not that I am, either, as far as I’m concerned.

“Just supporting all the men in my life.” I give him a cheerful grin that I know will piss him off. So will what I plan to do tonight, but I keep that bit to myself.

He snorts before downing another scotch. “Just like your mother, a little slut.” That strikes a nerve, but I try to ignore it.

“You would know.” I shrug, not looking over, but I feel the strength of his glare.

When I told Leon we were sitting up here tonight, he’d been concerned. Not about what his parents would think but about what they would say because, apparently, they could be pretty vicious with their words.

After assuring him we would be fine, I told him we didn’t need an escort or for him to play referee. He needed to concentrate on his game. It was a fake-it-till-you-make-it moment, and it worked because he’s been playing amazingly all night.

“You think she’d be proud of you being a little whore?” Richard tries to whip me with the insult.

“No”—I finally meet his cold gaze—“I don’t believe she thinks of me at all. Less than you, actually, because she ditched me the day I was born.” He scowls. “If you didn’t want me, you should have kept your dick in your pants around women that weren’t your wife.” The wife pales, his scowl deepens, and he downs another glass of scotch.

“You need to fucking leave. You’ll ruin your brother’s career, then he’ll want nothing to do with you.” A smirk lifts the corner of his lips, and I can tell he thinks that’s a kill shot.

Cec leans over to me, pretending to whisper, “Didn’t Leon give you his blessing?” She’s not so quiet about it.

“He would never!” My ‘father’ gets to his feet, storming over to us.

“I’m not a little girl anymore,Richard. You don’t intimidate me.” Standing up, I turn my back to him, watching as Colt scores his first goal of the night and cheering so loudly they cover their ears.

I realized being with three men would come with controversy, but I don’t care. I love them so much that it steals my breath.

“Now or never.” I grin down at Cecily, who looks as excited as me. Stepping up to the glass window, I hold up my sign and wait…

It doesn’t take long for the cameras to catch sight and for me to be plastered on the JumboTron, the crowd going wild.

* * *

Major

There’s sixty seconds left in the game; we’re up one-nothing. Chad Baker has continued to play dirty, but he’s not getting the reaction from Diesel he’s aiming for, and his frustration is plain to see. In the next faceoff, Leon and Colton are face-to-face, and from the frown on Leon’s face, he can hear the shit Baker is talking to Diesel.

Colt gets the puck to Hudson, Diesel plows through Baker. Colt flies up the ice from the right side as Hudson comes down the middle. Leon is close on his heels, and just as Hud passes to Colt, Leon makes his move, but it’s too late. Colton shoots the high right side and scores. My eyes fly up to where we know Asta is, and we can see her and her friend cheering like crazy. Pride fills my chest as she watches us, making cute little hearts with her hands and blowing kisses.

Her father is behind her, cursing and whispering to whom I assume is his wife. I can only imagine the shit Asta has put up with in the last few hours because not only is she up there with them for the first time, but she’s cheering for both teams. I don’t think the man is aware she’s dating the three of us, though he’d be an idiot not to, considering she’s got four names and numbers on her custom jersey.

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