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

“Thank you,” the cute little girl with brown curls says as I place her strawberry milkshake in front of her, and I smile gently.

“You’re most welcome, sweetheart,” I reply before handing her momma a chocolate shake, who grins at me.

Marie originally had their table but of course she snapped at the little girl when she couldn’t decide which shake she wanted so I took over the table.

I smile back and say, “If you need anything else, just call out.’

The woman nods before giving her daughter her whole attention, looking at her like she’s her entire world and I swallow hard as a funny feeling fills me. I had that once upon a time, and honestly, I had it with Aunt Tyra, even though I was broken but I rebelled against it, thinking only my momma should give me that kind of attention and seeing this woman dote on her daughter makes me regret not holding onto my aunt tightly.

She became the mother I lost and I took her for granted.

I sigh as I walk over to the counter and grab the cloth. Marie eyes me, and I eye her back, making her jump because clearly, she didn’t expect me to notice or maybe she expected me to walk away with my head down like I did something wrong but seriously, she’s the one who screwed my kind of boyfriend and I tell her so.

“So, you screw the man I’m dating several times not being quiet while doing it, and yet you look at me like I’m trash? I mean, girl, I was still in the diner when you blew him,” I say as I grab the spray bottle, and her face reddens before shouting echoes from the back making us both jump and look that way.

“What do you mean I’m fired? I’m your fucking best employee!” I hear, and I snort.

Andrew, the best employee.

“What on earth, why would Diane fire Andrew?” Marie gasps, and I look at her and raise a brow when she snaps at me, “You snitched, didn’t you?”

“Or hear me out,” I point the spray bottle at the camera in the corner, “she could have seen all the times that you two have screwed in her office on her camera feed or the several times he screwed some other woman in there knocking her up?” Marie’s mouth parts in shock, and I shake my head, “Seriously, you think Diane’s stupid enough not to put up cameras especially being in this part of town? Or are you shocked because you realized you weren’t the only girl he was screwing in there?”

Tears fill her eyes, and I roll mine and turn and head to the now-empty table near the door. I stack up the dishes, spray the solution on the table then scrub it.

The diner may look like a shit hole with the holes in the walls, unfinished painting and torn furniture but customers don’t need to eat off sticky dirty tables.

“I’m warning you now, Diane, you’ll hear from my lawyer!” Andrew threatens as he storms into the diner, and I pick up the dirty dishes trying not to laugh at his words.

Threatening to sue her while there’s proof of him screwing women in her office as well as him taking everyone else’s tips and stealing from the tills.

We lock eyes when he walks past, and I smirk at him because yeah karma is a bitch, only for his face to redden, his eyes narrowing. He growls, stomping out of the diner as Marie slowly hides behind the counter so he doesn’t see her and I chuckle.

For the past month, while he’s been trying to get on the same shift as me and failing, those two have gotten away with screwing in Diane’s office and in the storage room, along with some bleach-blonde haired girl who claims to be pregnant by Andrew, or so she shouted three weeks ago and demanded money for an abortion which he threw at her out of the tills.

It was the same woman who was wrapped around Dante a month and a half ago before we slept together, and yep, here comes the burning jealousy filling me yet again.

Dammit!

I sigh and take the dirties to Matt, then walk back to the table to grab my cloth and spray. It turns out Andrew had broken Diane’s computer when he noticed the cameras before she could check them and thought that would be it. Obviously, Diane called the security company and got the footage, it just took them a month to get all the data and clearly he didn’t tell Marie they were being filmed jeopardizing her job, not that I feel bad for her or anything.

I may never have had feelings for Andrew, but she proved she’s not a girls girl.

“About time that horrible man was fired,” an elderly woman sneers next to me, and I smile at her.noveldrama

Yeah, the customers also don’t like him.

“Marie!” Diane shouts from the back and I watch as the waitress flinches and slowly walks to her sentence, and I grin.

Now, I know she won’t get the sack because Diane needs the staff, but she’ll get a pay cut, which is enough payback for me.

Shaking my head, I go back to the counter and grab a few menus, coloring pencils, and some pictures before going back to the table and placing them on it. As I turn, I nearly bump into a body, making me gasp.

“Hey Paige,” Caz says, and I blink, stepping back a little and then I raise a brow.

Now, why would the Jaguars receptionist who is stuck up as hell be in this part of Brooklyn? She looks out of place in her knee-length silver dress and black blazer.

Damn Dante does have a thing for blondes huh, only Caz, I think is a natural blonde.

My chest tightens that he slept with her, but I swallow the hurt I can feel building, hurt I don’t know if I’m entitled to feel, and ask, “Hey, Caz, do you want a table?”

She pulls a face like a stuck-up bitch making me want to punch her in the face and looks around the diner, then clears her throat and says, “Uh no, actually, I came here to tell you to stop fraternizing with the Jaguar players. otherwise, you can’t use the rink anymore to train.”

Excuse me? The little… Who the hell does she think she is? As if the owner of the arena would stop me from skating in a rink that my mother called home and raised thousands for, bitch, please.

I raise a brow at her, cross my arms over my chest, and state, “Funny because the only players I speak to are Rhett and Dante, and last time I checked, Caz, you are the one who sleeps with the players and you are the one who is under contract with them while I am trying to rehearse for a tribute show for my dead mother,” she flinches as her eyes widen clearly shocked I didn’t just say ‘sure.’ I scoff, “Now, instead of coming here to my place of work why don’t you go to the players and tell them to stop fraternizing with every woman that walks into that arena but just know that will include you now unless you’re going to order something, get the hell out!”

I walk past her, shoving her simultaneously, and go to the counter where Matt has just placed food. He raises his eyebrow to ask if I’m good, and I give him a slight nod and grab the food as Marie walks back behind the counter, her eyes red.

No sympathy here bitch.

“What can I get you?” I hear her rasp before Caz replies, “Uh, nothing. I’m just leaving.”

I sneer but swallow it as I smile and hand the elderly lady who hated Andrew her food.

Damn, day is fucking with my head.

“I’ll see you in three days, Paige. Enjoy your days off,” Matt says as he climbs in his car and I give him a smile then wave, watching him go before I begin to walk home.

Thankfully, the rest of the shift was drama-free. However, I did give Greg Arnolds, the rink’s owner, a call and expressed that if he wanted me to train elsewhere so his players don’t work on my schedule even though I was working around theirs, then all he had to do was call me instead of sending his receptionist accusing me of fraternizing with the players.

Petty when I know he most likely had no idea? Yes, do I care? Hell no.

He was shocked at first until I mentioned what Caz threatened and then he got pissed and said I can skate whenever I want and the coach apparently agreed.

It turns out he loved my momma like a daughter, which means he’ll be another man I’ll most likely avoid.

God, will I ever start to feel good and be okay around people who knew my parents?

Shaking my head, I lower it as I wrap my jacket around me, currently hating that I decided to wear a skirt today because the weather has turned cold, but I gasp when I’m shoved into the wall after not even taking three steps.

I grunt at the impact before Andrew’s face is in mine, and instead of backing down, I narrow my eyes and shove him hard.

“Get back, jackass!” I snap.

He stumbles, not expecting me to fight back like I’m some kind of meek woman and his face reddens before his fist comes my way. I gasp and quickly duck causing him to hit the wall and cry out, “You fucking bitch!” like it’s my fault he hit the wall, but I ignore him and shove him again. I try to run past him, but he grabs my arm and shoves me into the wall again, the impact making me grunt.

“I want what is fucking mine!” he growls as he grabs between my legs, and my eyes widen.

The idiot has lost his fucking mind!

He rubs me hard, and I quickly grab the pepper spray from my pocket while he’s distracted and spray it in his face, making him cry out.

He stumbles back and covers his face with his hands, and I sneer, “You really think I wouldn’t fight back, Andrew?” and spray more spray into his face when he removes his hands, making him scream before suddenly a large hand grabs his shoulder and throws him onto the floor.

My mouth parts as I watch a very angry Dante kicks Andrew in the stomach, once, twice, three times before looking at me and hot damn.

My clit pulses, and lust take over.

Okay, an angry Dante is a very hot Dante…

He points at me and growls, “Get in the fucking car!”

I don’t argue, instead, I salute him with attitude, making him narrow his eyes but I just smirk and walk over to his black Jaguar and climb in before clicking myself in. Then I watch as he gets in Andrew’s face and says something before he storms over and climbs in his car, slamming his door, his breathing hard.

Andrew scrambles and runs away, making me roll my eyes, and I look at Dante.

“Dante,” I say, but he shakes his head and snaps, “Give me a minute.”

Oh, hell no, he did not just snap at me!

I nod and unclick while I look around the parking lot, ensuring it’s empty and knowing what he needs, I carefully climb onto his lap, making him jump. I straddle his hips and cup his cheeks, and we lock eyes. I see it again, something I realized two weeks ago when I thought I was alone.

“Little fairy, look at me,” Dante whispers as he gently cups my cheeks, wiping away my tears. I sniffle but do as he asks. He smiles gently and whispers, “There she is.”

I hiccup, “I-I don’t know if I can do this, player,” and he nods, knowing what I mean and carefully so we both don’t fall, he wraps his arm around my waist while keeping hold of my cheek with his other hand and whispers, “You can because you are strong and I’ll keep telling you that until you believe it and I’ll help you every step of the way, baby,” before he gently presses his lips against mine and I melt into him like I always do and open my mouth, allowing access to his tongue.

The kiss is slow, sweet, and sensational, and I can feel it, I can feel the love, and damn, I’m scared…

He’s gone from the arrogant player to the man who makes me want to live.

I gently rub Dante’s cheek and whisper, “I’m okay,” and he nods, his eyes looking me over to make sure it’s true.

When he propositioned me to be his frenemy with benefits, his words, not mine, I didn’t stop and think about it like a rational person, instead, I allowed him to take me against the wall again and again and again.

For the past month, Dante and I have had sex every day at the rink before I try and come up with a routine for the tribute show. Even when it was my time of the month, he was inside me, not giving a shit about the blood. He would screw me in the showers instead.

I think the only time we didn’t have sex was the two days he was at away games, though he did call, and we had phone sex.

I can’t say I’m angry about saying yes to the agreement, but now I don’t want to let him go. Over the past two weeks, instead of kissing me and telling me to go skate, he’s stayed inside me, and we’ll talk a little and connect.

He’s burying inside me.

Without breaking eye contact, I reach between us and unbutton his jeans before pulling his hard cock out, making him hiss. I move my panties to the side and place him at my very wet entrance after seeing him fight for me and lower myself onto him, making him groan, “Fuck, little fairy…”

I smile as he grips my hips and guides me as I begin to move up and down, then swivel before repeating the action over and over, not once breaking eye contact with Dante.

His member fills me to the brim, stretching my walls and making me wetter, and as soon as Dante moves a hand between us and presses his thumb down on my clit and rubs it in hard, slow circles, my walls tighten, and he gasps, “Come for me Paige, fucking soak me!”

My stomach tightens, and I throw my head back and scream, “Dante,” as my orgasm takes over, and he moans, “Fuck yes, baby…” then slams me down onto his lap and keeps me there, filling me up and painting my walls.

I breathe heavily, place my forehead against his, and rasp, “I promise, I’m okay,” ensuring he knows Andrew didn’t hurt me and he takes deep breaths, squeezing my hips so I don’t remove myself from him as he nods slightly, and our eyes lock again and everything around me fades.

Even though we’re in his car, and his dick is inside me, I kiss him sweetly, letting my emotions take over.

I’ve fallen for him, and I know he’s fallen for me. I just have to make him see that we can do this and be together instead of ending our arrangement that I now see he came up with because I unintentionally got under his skin.

For the first time in my life, I want to fight for something.

I want to fight for him.