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Chapter 14

Trey

At the hockey house, the place is silent. The house is where we sleep and fuck, not much else. Practice, games, workouts, classes, studying, and eating keep us out of the house most of the time. At least when Valentine’s girl doesn’t spend the night or the other Devils don’t bring a puck bunny home, I can get some fucking shut-eye.

I’m about to pass out on the couch when the door slams, heavy footsteps heading into the living room. I hope for Ashby so I can ask him about Ned’s phone, but it’s Rockefeller.

He gestures over his shoulder with this thumb, that dumb grin on his face. “Some weird chick was just hanging around outside our door. Hot but weird.”

I sit straight up, heart thumping. “What did she look like?”

“Didn’t get a great look at her.”

My jaw clenches. “You just said she was hot.”

He shrugs. “She was wearing a long coat, but it looked like she had a great ass and tits underneath.”

“What color hair did she have?”

“I don’t know. Red, maybe? Or it might’ve been brown. Hard to tell under the hood.”

The brunette I spotted lingering in front of the house the night I chased Juliet into the woods. I wrote her off as a puck bunny, but she took off when she saw me coming.

The gray sedan that was following me to Ned Miller’s property. The eyes I’ve felt on me all over campus. Could they all be the same person?

Maybe she hasn’t been staking out our house for the other Devils at all. Maybe she’s here for me.

I jump to my feet, rushing for the door.

Rockefeller flashes me an amused grin. “You got another stalker? Don’t tell Juliet.”

“What else?” I half-shout. Eye color, height, posture. I need to know all of it.

“I don’t know. She was kind of tall, I guess. Or maybe shorter.”

“That’s real helpful, Sherlock,” I grumble. I peer through the peephole, but there’s no one in front of our house.

A gush of cool air hits my burning skin as I swing the door open and scan the sidewalk.

But whoever she is, she’s already gone.

From the penalty box, I scan the bleachers. Paranoia makes every hair on the back of my neck stand up. Someone is following me, and I need to figure out who before they cause trouble for us.

Father must’ve hired them to tail me, to keep an eye on his troublemaker son. But if I’m being followed, they could find out what Juliet and I have been up to. They might already know.

She trusted me to help her get rid of Ned Miller’s body. She’s trusting me to help her find the two monsters still breathing. I won’t let anything come between her and vengeance. Certainly not my father.

Up in the bleachers, Valentine’s girl bounces and cheers when he blocks the puck from our net. Beside her, Juliet catches me watching her and smirks before flipping me off.

But she’s in my jersey. She’s in my fucking jersey .

Plenty of puck bunnies have worn my jersey before, but I never gave a shit. Only enough to brag that they wanted me more than any other asshole on the team.

But Juliet? Wearing my jersey and letting everyone at this game know she’s mine? I want to make her strip down to nothing but my jersey before I fuck her in it.

After the game, I barely register our win as the guys hoot and holler in the locker room. The place reeks of sweat and ass, the mild scent of soap from the showers mingling with the body odor.

Rockefeller claps me on the shoulder, nothing but a towel slung low across his hips. He’s got a big, goofy grin on his face. “So what’d you have to do to win her over?”

Behind him, Vanderbilt slips on a too-tight shirt with a scowl. “Must’ve cost him a few Gucci purses.”

My hand curls into a fist, ready to deck him. “Juliet doesn’t care about shit like that.”

“How did you manage that one?” Valentine slips around the corner, arms folded as he leans against the lockers with brows creased. “I knew she had some kind of morbid fascination with you, but I thought it was more like a scientist studying a cockroach under a microscope, not a crazy but cool girl who wants to fuck a deranged psychopath.”

I shrug. “Must have something to do with my massive cock.”

Even though he’s not my biggest fan, Vanderbilt snickers. Rockefeller barks out a laugh.

Even Valentine chuckles before covering it with a cough. “You better not hurt her.”

“What if she’s into that?”

His eyes narrow at my smirk. “Don’t hurt her in a way she isn’t into.”

“Relax, Valentine. I like this one. I plan on keeping her.”

“Make sure of it. That girl? A lot of people care about her. You? Not so much.”

I slip my shirt over my head, wet hair dripping onto my shoulders. He’s right. No one in this world gives a shit about me. Except Juliet.

And if my father fucks this up by sending someone to keep tabs on me, if he comes between me and my little demon, I’ll kill him.

“If you notice anyone lurking outside our house or following me around, let me know.”

“You mean Juliet?” Valentine asks. “Hell no. I’ll let her do whatever she wants to you.”

“Yeah, I’m not protecting you from her psycho ass,” Vanderbilt says.

“Of course you’re not. She’d have you on your knees begging for mercy in seven seconds.”

Vanderbilt smirks. “She’d have me on my knees begging for something.”

I take a lurching step toward him, but Rockefeller plants a hand on my shoulder before I can swing at our teammate. “Relax.”

“I’m not talking about Juliet. Someone else has been following me.” I nod to Rockefeller. “You saw her. So let me know if any of you spot someone suspicious lurking around.”

Valentine fucks off back to his locker while Vanderbilt rolls his eyes. “Paranoid much?”

Irritation stiffens my spine. “I’m not being paranoid.”

Rockefeller chuckles before clapping me on the shoulder. “We’re all being followed by puck bunnies, bud. Welcome to minor hockey stardom. She just better hope Juliet doesn’t find out about her, or she’s dead.”