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

I lean back in my seat, look out the window of my car, and watch as Paige, the little fairy who has me by the balls, walks into the arena, her bag over her shoulder. Everything in me is screaming to follow her, which makes me hate her more and then I hate myself because of the hate I’m feeling towards her, but the desire—it’s consuming me.

Her hair is up in her usual messy knot, a few strands of purple and now pink that she didn’t have framing her heart-shaped face. Again, she’s in her skirt-dress type thing.

I don’t think I’ve seen her hair down yet. I wonder how long it is and what it would feel like in my fingers…

I sigh and lean my head back as she disappears through the doors. Two days, I haven’t spoken to her for two days since we both got dressed after fucking four times, and she walked out of the arena without a word leaving a gaping hole in my heart.

I’ll sit in the stands at the back and watch her struggle on the ice, keeping myself in the shadows. Even though she can feel me, she allows us to have the space to come to terms with what we did, for me to come to terms with the hate that I feel at myself, not her.

She knows she’s mine, and I’m hers, and she knows I don’t want this between us, but I don’t know how to stay away.

I want to skate and have fucking fun, not have a woman needing my attention. I’m not ready to settle down or commit because when that day comes, it’ll be the time I need to think about retiring and becoming Roman’s second.

It’ll be the day the demon takes over, yet our connection is there, and we don’t even know each other well.

We need to fuck each other out of our systems, that is what we need to do because a relationship isn’t in the cards, yet if we go down that route, I may never let her go.

She’s unaware of the Famiglia and the mafia world, probably thinking it only exists in books, and she’s struggling with her past. She has drama surrounding her, drama I just don’t fucking need right now.

We can’t be together, and I’ll keep telling myself that until it sticks.

Maybe we can fuck for a few weeks to get each other out of our systems, then go our separate ways, or that’s what I’m hoping she’ll agree to because my body wants more though I am concerned it will never be enough.

I sigh, running a hand through my hair, still shocked that I actually fucked pussy for the first time in years, and what a great fucking pussy she has.

How in the fuck did I go so long without it?

“Harder,” Paige gasps, throwing her head back, and I grip her thighs, spreading them slightly while keeping her up against the wall, and tilt my hips, thrusting harder and faster, my spine tingling, but I won’t blow, not until she comes again but fuck me she’s tight, so fucking tight and how I have missed pussy…

“Dante!” a whiny voice snaps as a bang echo on my window, and I scowl, coming out of the memory of Paige’s tight cunt, only to turn to see a very pissed-off Amy glaring at me, and I roll my eyes.

Bitch is about to have her fucking comeuppance.

Gritting my teeth at the attitude she’s currently throwing my way, I open my door, not giving a shit if it hits her. She gasps and steps back, nearly falling on her ass in those ridiculous stilettos she’s wearing to miss getting hit. I ignore her and shut my door before leaning against my Jag and crossing my arms over my chest, and tilting my head.

Her bleach-blonde hair is straight, just past her shoulders, her face is caked in makeup, and her dress reveals way too much for a woman who is supposed to be pregnant.

“Is this how you treat your girl, huh, Dante? The mother of your child!” she snaps, and I smirk, causing her eyes to narrow.

I love how she claims she’s my girl just because she says she is. It’s fucking hilarious, and the woman is delusional.

I don’t answer her, instead I get out my phone and find the folder I need then I play the video and turn my cell phone her way after ensuring the sound is on.

Amy’s eyes widen in shock when her voice echoes, “Come on, Andrew baby, put your big cock inside me….”

She looks at me, then back at the phone, then me again.

“Here’s the thing, Amy,” I start as I stop the footage. “My girl would be treated like a queen, I wouldn’t ignore her, I wouldn’t make her feel like shit, and if my girl was pregnant, she would be placed on bed rest just for my peace of mind because I would be obsessed with her, it’s in my DNA,” I point my phone at her, “You are not my girl, you have never been. You’re a puck bunny wanting a free ride, and that,” I point at her stomach, “is not my child. The night we fucked when you conceived the thing, I fucked your ass once, and you swallowed my cum before I kicked you out. Andrew, however, the manager of the Carlston Diner, is the father of it,” I shake my phone, “This is proof of that.”

She swallows and stammers, “Y-you were drunk, y-you didn’t…”noveldrama

I cut her off, “I didn’t have a drop of fucking alcohol that day, in fact, I never fucking drink around women like you for this reason alone. We were in that hotel room for twenty fucking minutes, and afterward, I cleaned up and went to my brothers for dinner. Now, here’s what’s going to happen, you’re going to sign this,” I grab the paper behind me in my back pocket and show it her, “and you are going to sign the statement my lawyer made,” her face goes white, “It is a confession that Andrew is the father and that you were trying to trap me for money, if you don’t, well, let’s just say, you want to sign this paperwork.”

Amy takes a small step back when she notices my gun in my slacks as I turn my body a little to the side, and I half smirk, full of coldness.

Now, I won’t kill her because, yeah, she is pregnant, and I won’t harm a pregnant woman no matter how much my demon wants this bitch dead for what she’s tried to do, but she doesn’t need to know that.

She’s heard the stories, she was a puck bunny in college. I’ve known her for years, and she’s always followed me around, but I didn’t start fucking her until last year when all the other pussy became boring. She was just easy to get my rocks off, and I wasn’t stupid, I knew she was fucking others too, and I didn’t care, but her trying to trap me, yeah, that I care about. Now, she realizes she fucked with the wrong guy because the stories were not stories.

Through thick and thin, through blood, I am the second to the Don of the Italian Mafia.

“I-I,” she stutters, but I ignore it and push off the car before going to the last page of the statement and holding it out to her along with a pen.

“Sign it, Amy, before you see the rumors were not just rumors, and then get your fucking ass out of New York,” I threaten, and she flinches before bringing her perfectly manicured shaking fingers up and grabbing the pen and paper.

Her tears fall as she signs the document, and I nod and take it from her. She hiccups, “I-I, I’m sorry…”

I shrug, “Sorry doesn’t change the fact you tried to trap me with another man’s baby all for my hard-earned money, now fuck off before I decide to grab my piece.”

Amy sucks in a breath, then backs away before running or more like tripping in her high heels on the way to her car.

I shake my head and quickly message Roman that the bitch signed the contract and that I’ll take it to the lawyer, who will issue a statement of Amy’s discretions because, let’s face it, she’s gone around town claiming she’s pregnant with my child and that needs rectifying before putting the paper inside the glove box of my car, locking it just in case she decides to stupidly break my car window and take it back then lock my car and look at the arena.

I need to watch Paige until she finishes her routine just in case a Cartel member shows, and I need to bring up the frenemies with benefits shit because I need to fuck her out of my system. Otherwise, I’ll go insane, and hopefully, I’d be able to walk away in a few weeks.

Sighing, I walk towards the arena with my heart in my throat.

Short-term fuck buddies, yeah, I can fuck her for a few weeks, then let her go, it’s for the best, or that’s what I keep telling myself even though it feels like a big fat fucking lie.

I tilt my head and furrow my brows as I watch Paige stand in the middle of the ice, breathing hard while staring off like she’s in a trance.

For the past hour, I’ve stood here, leaning against the stands, and watched her skate elegantly, fucking flawlessly. When she glides around the ice doing her tricks and spins, she’s in her own little world. It’s like no one else is around her, but as soon as she stops, you can see the emotions take over her face.

Loss, pain, sadness, fear, and the worst one of all – guilt.

She feels guilty for loving being on the ice because her parents are dead. It’s been fifteen years, and she made decisions that have impacted her future financially, and even though Roman confirmed she cashed the cheque, I can guarantee she hasn’t spent a penny of it, her still living in that shitty apartment that I follow her back to every night without her knowing is proof of that.

My body pulls to go to her, to pull her into me and hold her tight, but I fight the feeling off.

She’s not my girl…

Yet, I push off the stands within seconds and walk over to the gate, where her sneakers are.

Fuck’s sake, stupid legs!

“Finally making yourself known, player,” She rasps, her eyes coming my way, and I can’t help the little smile that plays my lips.

Player…

“Yeah, little fairy,” I mumble, and she skates towards me, and I can’t help but watch mesmerized.

There’s nothing hotter than a woman who loves the ice as much as I do but where I’m fighting to stay on it, she’s fighting to get off it and has been since she lost her parents.

According to Rocco, he and Tyra tried to keep her skating until she was sixteen, and she nearly crashed his car to escape the arena.

Paige gently climbs off the ice, and I instinctively hold my arm out for her. She looks at it for a moment before grabbing it and using me as a ledge as she puts her skate guards on her blades, then looks at me, and as soon as our eyes connect, I know I’m going to struggle to keep things just sexual between us.

Fuck maybe this isn’t a good idea, and I should just call Rocco and tell him I’m out because right now, being locked in her stare, I want to grab her and keep hold of her.

How in the fuck can I fuck her out of my system?

“Hey Dante, you got a minute?” I hear Caz call from behind, but I don’t turn around.

She was one big fucking mistake, the bitch shows up everywhere I am hockey-related, case in point right now.

It’s like she’s got a fucking alarm every time I come into the arena.

“No, I haven’t, and last I checked, Caz, you’re not supposed to be here today, so go home,” I grunt back, not breaking eye contact with Paige, who furrows her brows.

I hear Caz scoff before the door slams, and I say, “I’ve got a proposition for you, little fairy.”

I can’t keep my words from flowing, and her mouth parts a little as a realization hits me hard.

Fuck me, I’m not going to let her go in a few weeks, I want to get to know her, I want to fucking save her.

God dammit!

“And what proposition is that, player?” she replies with attitude, and I smirk because she has to be a brat for me.

I eye her raised brow, her ‘I’m not falling for your shit’ look, and I can’t help my actions. “Fuck it,” I mumble, then slam my lips against hers. She gasps in shock, giving me the perfect opportunity to shove my tongue into her mouth, and she melts into me, and instantly, I know.

Yeah, I’m going to make her mine…

Fuck.