Skating Towards Danger: A Mafia Hockey Romance – Dante’s Book (Mafia Hockey Series 2)

I grunt as I slam my hips forward while tightening my grip around Amy’s bleach-blonde hair, and she gasps then moans, thrusting her hips back loving the pain like the little slut she is.

“Harder, Dante, harder,” she says on a groan as my phone begins to ring, but I ignore it and instead listen to her, thrusting harder while yanking her head back, making her arch her neck and gasp and I look down and watch my cock disappear into her tight ass loving the snug fit of it.

The bitch spent fifteen minutes trying her hardest to convince me to fuck her cunt, something I’ve never done and never will do even if I do miss the feel of a wet pussy surrounding my cock.

The last time I fucked a girl’s cunt, I was twenty-one and at the height of my college hockey career. The bitch tried to claim she was pregnant and even got lawyers involved along with her parents a few weeks after fucking me in the locker room.

She knew I was a shoo-in to be the first pick for the Jaguars, just like my brother was, and she wanted a free ride, but Michelle bit off more than she could chew.

The rumors surrounding my brother and me about being part of the mafia disappeared when he graduated and got drafted. People thought they were bullshit because what future Don would go pro right? Wrong, she soon admitted she wasn’t pregnant when I held a gun to her head while Roman stood before her with a knife, a doctor, and an ultrasound machine which confirmed she was indeed not pregnant, and then she left the country after everyone had found out she tried trapping me and rightfully so, got hate for it.

Bitch is lucky she’s not buried six feet under.

I haven’t fucked a cunt since, and yeah, I miss it, but I won’t have any bitch try and trap me and the next time I fuck one will most likely be the woman I marry in years, and I mean in years’ time.

“Kiss me, baby,” Amy gasps as she tries to turn her head in my grip, and I narrow my eyes and tighten my grip to keep her head forward before thrusting harder.

Just like I don’t fuck a cunt, I also don’t kiss, and she knows this.

Kissing leads to emotions on the woman’s side, and I won’t have that.

Hockey – that is all I care about right now. Since joining the Jaguars, we’ve only lost the cup once, and that was my first year because Roman had an injury. I’ve been with the team for four years, and again this year, we will be winning the Stanley Cup, I’ll fucking ensure it.

I was made captain six months ago when Roman retired to take over from our father. His wife, Morgan, whom he met in college, was our physician while he was with the team and much to my big brother’s dismay, she is still working with us, but she’s stubborn and needs her independence, something he understands due to her childhood.

“You know I don’t kiss Amy,” I growl, “Now take my cock like a good girl, or I’ll make sure you don’t come!”

My phone rings for the second time, but again I ignore it and bend over Amy a little and shove two fingers into her loose cunt, and thrust them hard in time with my hips.

She gasps, “Yes, yes, yes,” as her ass tightens around my cock, squeezing me, and her cunt flutters over my digits before she fucking squirts all over the hotel bed because, yes, I’m dick enough not to take a woman home with me.

Amy screams as she grips the comforter, and I groan as my balls tighten and my spine tingles before I quickly pull out of her and then yank her head back while removing the condom.

Amy complies, and knowing what I want, she spins and opens her mouth, and I shove my cock down her throat, making her gag, and I groan, “Such a good little slut,” as I come down her throat.

She sucks and swallows at the same time, tears staining her cheeks, and I grip her head, pushing myself deep inside her, and twirl my hips, ensuring every little bit of my cum has been swallowed.

She chokes but doesn’t push me back, instead, she keeps me deep until I move my hips back, and before I can remove myself from her mouth, she grips my cock, then licks me clean, making me grin as I stand back, and she falls onto the bed.

My phone rings again, and I sigh, turn, walk over to my jeans on the floor, and quickly grab the device.

Shaking my head when I see who it is, I answer it and state, “You know I like to fuck after practice, big brother, what’s so important?” Roman sighs like he’s disappointed in me, and I quickly state, “Don’t bother with the lecture, especially when you were the biggest player six years ago before you finally managed to lock Morgan down.”

Roman snorts, “You mean before I finally got my head outta my ass and realized she was my one?”

I grin, I can’t help it.

Morgan was a waitress at Maggie’s Diner in Brooklyn, as in sweet Maggie, who is also her aunt. This is something no one knew about until Roman forced Maggie to explain it after he hurt her niece. The fucker here was told he was to marry a spoilt mafia slut to make our organization stronger with an arranged marriage, something our father promised he’d never force us to do, and Roman was fucking pissed. He threatened not to take over as Don and ended up bumping into Morgan, who spilled hot coffee all over him and herself, giving her blisters.

He declared war on her despite it being his fault, turning the college against her and of course fell in love with her.

It turns out David, Roman’s current second until I’m ready to leave hockey behind, is her father. He’d been looking for her since she was about eight after her mother ran with her and her bitch sister, and he expressed that he was taking full custody of his daughter after he’d found out Morgan’s mom was cheating.

She spent years doing her mother’s and half-sisters’ bidding while they snorted coke, drank, and fucked for money.

She worked two jobs to try and support herself and them while working her ass off in college to graduate the same year as me, a year early, which she did end up doing.

“You’re just lucky she decided to give you a chance,” I say as I put on my jeans, and he chuckles, knowing it’s true.

Morgan didn’t want to know or trust him for months, but he wormed into her heart.

“That I am, little brother, that I am,” he says lovingly, and I don’t even take the piss out of him for being whipped.

He has two kids and another on the way. He is lucky, and maybe one day, I’ll have what he does—like ten years from now, that is.

Amy sighs, clearly not happy that I’m not paying her any attention and I roll my eyes as I grab my shirt and quickly put it on, leaving the buttons undone for a moment before I state, “Amy, you can go now.”

“But-but Dante I thought…” She starts, but I cut her off and demand, “Get dressed and leave or find another player to fuck.”

I half turn and raise a brow at her, and she tilts her head, licks her bottom lip, then pushes her bare fake tits up at me like that is all it would take, but I don’t back down.

I don’t let my cock run my mind like most players. I tell her to fuck off then she needs to fuck off.

She scowls, seeing her advances are not working, and gets up completely naked, and my cock doesn’t even twitch. Once he’s had her, he doesn’t want her again, and I can’t exactly blame him. She’s a puck bunny through and through hoping to win my heart and my bank account – never going to fucking happen.noveldrama

Maybe I need to find a new fuck buddy.

Amy grabs her clothes as Roman says, “The reason why I called. Could you meet me at Mag’s Diner?” I furrow my brows and look at the time, and he continues, “I know it’s late, and I know you’ve had a hard practice, especially with the first game of the season next week, but uh, please, Dante. Morgan will stay home with the kids, and Dad, well, I’ll try and ensure he doesn’t come along.”

Ah, yes, Dad.

I put up with him for my family’s sake, but after he forced me to kill a woman, a woman I was trying to have arrested, our relationship hasn’t been the same.

I was eleven, and he knew my stance on wanting to train that early. He knew I just wanted to play hockey and be a kid for a little while.

Fuck, I didn’t even stay home for a month after that, preferring to remain at Rhett’s place, and it gutted Mama, but Dad pulled out a monster I wanted to keep away, a monster I struggled to keep under control, and now the only way to stop him from coming out is by either killing someone – something I don’t really want to do – or playing hockey.

Slamming someone into the boards is a good fucking feeling and settles the urge to kill someone. The more I killed for Dad during my training, the more I became bloodthirsty, and hockey silences that thirst. That’s why I don’t think I’ll give it up anytime soon.

“Alright, fine, it’ll take me an hour to get there though,” I answer him as I slip my boots on while Amy saunters up to me in the mini black dress that she wore to the rink this evening to get my attention, which in hindsight didn’t work. She could have been wearing a baggy top and jeans, and I still would have brought her here because bitch is easy and none of the other puck bunnies hold my interest.

Don’t get me wrong, she’s a pretty woman and everything, but the plastic surgery work she keeps getting, it’s too fucking much.

Her lips were not this big when I saw her two weeks ago.

“Thank you, Dante,” he sighs with relief. I grunt out a ‘whatever’ and then hang up as Amy goes to kiss me, pushing up on her tiptoes.

I quickly turn my head so she gets my cheek, then I glare at her and snap, “For that shit, don’t bother coming to see me for the next fucking month!”

Her dark green eyes widen in shock, and I shake my head and walk to the nightstand and grab my shit, then turn to see her still standing there staring at me and I can’t stop my actions. I snarl at her and storm over, grab her forearm in a tight grip, and drag her over to the door, unable to control my anger.

“Ouch, D-Dante, please,” She gasps, but I ignore her and open the door. Then, I pull her out before shutting the door behind me and locking it without giving her another glance. I walk away, buttoning up my shirt.

“Dante!” she snaps but I continue my stride.

I definitely need to look into finding a new fuck buddy. Amy was good while she lasted, but breaking her promise not to get attached to me was her ending for us, she’s becoming possessive and is acting like my girlfriend. I don’t do girlfriends, and with the demon building every day, I never will have one.

Just over an hour later, I pull up in front of Mag’s diner and sigh when I look through the window towards our normal table since college and see not only my brother but also our father who he swore wouldn’t come.

“Fuck’s sake,” I mumble.

I spent years being the mediator between them, fucking years, putting my feelings for him on the back burner. The least Roman could have done was given me the same fucking gratitude now instead of teaming up with him.

A big part of me is tempted to reverse back out of my spot and drive off, my fingers itching to get the fuck out of here, but of course, they both look outside the window and notice me because this is just my fucking luck.

Roman tilts his head and raises a brow while Dad sits back in his seat and crosses his arms over his chest, daring me to pull out, both not moving from there seats waiting on me.

Fine. If the old man wants me to go against him, then I will.

Raising a brow at him, I put my car in reverse and turn to look out of the back window, but I groan when Dad’s guards park right behind my car.

“Fucker!” I snap and quickly take my car out of reverse, climb out of it, slam my door behind me, and then walk toward the diner with a permanent scowl.

If I didn’t like my car so much I would have just reversed into the SUVs.

“So much for it just being you and I, big brother,” I say as I enter the diner, eyeing the waitress behind the counter for a moment when I can feel her staring at me.

I narrow my eyes at her when she bites her plump bottom lip with a shy smile like I’d fall for that kind of innocent act because well bitch is definitely not innocent, the hickeys on her neck are proof of that and continue my stride to the back table. I haven’t been here much lately, hockey taking up a lot of my time, but the woman behind the counter, I haven’t seen her before, so she must be new, otherwise, she wouldn’t be eyeing me like a piece of meat.

The staff here know I’m off-limits, Morgan’s words, not mine. Something about not shitting where you eat.

“You barely ever come home, son. Even your mother is worried,” Dad says, and I snort as I take a seat opposite him and Roman.

My big brother is in a suit, which I still find weird. He’s taken over from Dad and is playing the part, that is for sure.

“I’ve never hidden my feelings Dad and Mama knows that. I wasn’t ready for the life, and you forced it on me all because you wanted to teach me a lesson, well, well done, lesson learned,” I look at Roman and demand, “Why don’t you tell me why I’m here then Roman because we both know this isn’t for a catch-up, if it were Dad wouldn’t be here.”

He swallows, and Dad looks away, and I smirk.

I fucking knew it. As soon as I saw Dad, I knew what this was about, and they can fuck right off.

“It’s not happening,” I growl and Roman flinches.

“Son,” Dad begins, and I growl, “No. You tried this shit with Roman six years ago, and he nearly walked away, so why in the fuck would you believe I would go any other way than he did?”

Roman cuts me off as he sits forward and admits, “David wants to retire,” I glare his way, but he shakes his head and continues, “he wants to spend more time with Ivy,” he sighs, “She’s six Dante, and after missing so much of Morgan’s life, his family needs to come first now, and I’ve given you an extra six months since I’ve taken over from dad. I’m respected, but the men want to know why my brother hasn’t taken over as second. It’s time, little brother.”

After missing so much of Morgan’s life, no thanks to her mother taking her away, David refused to have any more kids, only wanting his daughter, but life has a way of doing things unexpectedly, and his wife fell pregnant. Morgan helped her dad realize he could have her in his life and have another baby, and I feel for him, I do, but I’m not ready to retire, not now and not for them on their terms.

This is my life, I’m not the Don.

Roman got an extra year of hockey, something he demanded. Dad agreed, and now he wants me to give up my career. I shake my head at their hypocrisy and stand, causing both their eyes to widen.

“Years, I spent years having your back despite the fact I was forced to kill a fucking woman, forced to bring out my demon that I struggle daily to keep under wraps, and yet all I asked for was a few more years to enjoy my passion, something I helped ensure you got and you fucking promised me I’d get my time on the ice at your retirement party,” I growl lowly and dad looks down in shame while Roman keeps eye contact with me.

“Find another second because I’m out,” I state, and his eyes widen while Dad’s head shoots up in shock. “I stuck by you through thick and thin, including when you wanted Morgan, helping any way I could despite you going to Dad behind my back when I didn’t want a kill on my conscious at eleven years fucking old,” I hold my arms open and finish, “I am done. Don’t contact me when you need me regarding the organization any longer. Hockey is my focus until I retire on my terms.”

I turn and walk away, leaving them shocked.

I put my family and brother first for years, but now I’m putting myself first.

I just hope I can control my demon.