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

I grit my teeth as I watch Paige walk over to the lanky fucking prick who eyes her up like she’s his next conquest despite watching the waitress leave, his eyes on her ass while the smell of fried eggs and chip fat still lingers in my senses but along with a hint of vanilla.

Her black hair with purple highlights is up in a messy knot, her face clear of make-up, and her body, fuck me, her body is to die for, curves in all the right places giving all the puck bunnies a run for their money.

She’s fucking gorgeous, and Roman was right, she holds a hint of innocence, something a woman with her background shouldn’t hold.

She did drugs, she fucked around and partied hard, harder than Roman and I in college, I mean we fucked but we didn’t do drugs, and yet she holds that innocence. It’s like the party side of her, the rebellion side, was to help drown her grief from losing her parents.

I swallow hard as I fist my right hand that’s still tingling from her soft skin. I want to run my lips all over her while I show her exactly how perfect her body is.

My heart is pounding, my body humming, wanting to follow her, and anger instantly takes hold as I realize exactly what is wrong with me.

Mother fucker….

“What are the odds that Paige works with that fucker?” Roman mutters as we watch her stop in front of Andrew, the biological father to Amy’s child.

The lanky fucker bends and kisses Paige’s cheek, and I have to swallow my growl, so Roman doesn’t catch on because then that fucker won’t let it go and will be in my business every fucking day until I give in.

“Fuck!” Roman snaps, realizing they’re most likely seeing each other, and I take deep breaths, hoping I don’t kill someone and out who we are to Paige.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is not happening, nope not happening.

“It’s not our problem, we’re watching over her from the Cartel, not a sleaze,” I grunt, “Let’s just get this shit over with,” and walk towards Matt, one of our made men, trying not to look towards Paige again.

How in the fuck am I supposed to watch over her now when I want to lay her on her back and worship her body?

“Roman, Dante,” Matt grunts and lets us inside the diner.

I look around the run-down place, and my anger hits higher as I see water stains along the ceiling and torn seats. How in the fuck has Rocco allowed his niece to work here?

“The owner Diane, she’s alright, to be fair, but she just doesn’t have the means to put money into this place,” Matt says, seeing our reaction to the place.

It turns out Dad and Rocco assigned him here when they learned Paige worked here – That was six years ago.

“She doesn’t make the staff wear little dresses or any of that shit, but she is oblivious to the shit Andrew does in her office, something she’ll notice at the end of the month when she goes through the footage,” Matt explains as we walk out the back to the office, “The cameras are shut down so no one will know you’ve been in here.”

“Thanks, Matt,” Roman says as Matt opens the office door and shakes his hand while I walk inside and round the desk, moving the mouse and waking the old as fuck computer up.

Trying to ignore the pull I’m getting to go back outside, I click on the camera feed footage and go back to the time of Amy’s conception.

She’s four weeks, she even showed me a scan photo of a little dot and gave me details from her OB of exactly how far she is and when the conception was, a day that I did fuck her.

The woman has done a lot of research to try and make me believe the kid is mine but unfortunately for her, I have the receipt from the hotel I booked us in proving the bar never got touched. I never drank that day as she claims. I wasn’t drunk, I never fucked her cunt, and after she finished, I pulled out of her ass like I normally do and made her swallow my cum.

She claims I emptied the mini bar with her then fucked her cunt three times, and I allowed her to think I believed her so I don’t get any bad press, but bitch is messing with the wrong man.

I find the date I need, bring up the feed, and skip through it fast enough so it doesn’t take us all night but slow enough that we don’t miss anything.

Andrew enters the office with another waitress, one that left when he came out, and I raise a brow as he shoves his tongue down her throat, and suddenly relief hits that he hasn’t brought Paige in here, which makes me scowl.

“Damn, the guy’s a fucking serial cheater,” Roman mutters, and I hum, ignoring my feelings, and continue to skip through the footage, trying to control the demon wanting to come out, the urge to kill this fucker high for doing the dirty on Paige, a girl I don’t even know.

“Fucking gotcha!” I snap a few seconds later as I play the footage at normal speed and watch Amy saunter into the office and swipe away everything on the desk before removing her tiny crop top, then mini skirt, and climbing on the wood.

Roman, Matt, and I all step away from the desk like it’s got a disease as the footage shows her cunt creaming over the wood, and I gag when she picks up the mouse of the old-fashioned computer and rubs it over her cunt.

“Ah fuck, that is disgusting,” Matt gags while Andrew comes on the scene, eyeing her rubbing herself with the mouse and undoing his jeans before pulling his… fuck me…

“How in the fuck did that knock her up?” Roman questions, and I chuckle.

“The man has a point, Dante. His dick is smaller than what mine goes when I get out of the fucking shower,” Matt murmurs, and my chuckle turns into a laugh.

Fucking idiots, although most likely true.

Shaking my head, we watch as Andrew shoves his teeny weenie inside Amy, who arches her back, her mouth opening wide like he just filled her, and I laugh harder.

“Bitch please, talk about faking,” Matt snorts, and I high-five Roman before I stop the footage, not wanting to watch my old fuck buddy fake an orgasm just to get herself knocked up and pull out a drive from my pocket, putting it into the computer.

I quickly transfer the footage over, then shut everything down, pull the drive out, put it in my pocket, and turn to Matt. “Thanks for this, Matt,” I say, and he nods, fist bumping me, then Roman, making us chuckle, considering the guy is in his fifties and walk out of the office.

My eyes go around the place, and my skin itches.

Paige shouldn’t be working here…I shake my head at my random thought. I don’t care where she works, she’s an adult I hope to keep my distance from.

Anger builds again, and the urge to kill someone hits me.

I want to find that fucker and kill him, and then I want to see Paige and throw her over my…

Nope, no, not going there, fuck that shit.

Hockey and pussy, that is it. That is all I fucking want to focus on while ensuring she doesn’t get a bullet in her head.

An hour later, I throw my keys in the glass dish near the elevator, walk into the kitchen, and open the fridge.

I grab a beer and one for Roman before passing it to him. Then I undo my lid and take a few big gulps while my big brother eyes me.

“What’s the next step?” he asks as he takes his lid off and has a quick drink, and I shrug.

“Show her the footage in a few days after going quiet on her to piss her off,” I admit, and he nods but then confirms, “That is not what I was talking about.”

I grit my teeth before taking another gulp of my beer and walk into the living area. I take a seat on the couch, and Roman follows but instead sits on the love seat to my left. I ignore him and glare at the ice rink toy and dolls that Emma brought around yesterday and beg to keep them here whenever she stays because apparently Damian will break them.

“Dante,” Roman starts, but I cut him off and snap, “I don’t know what you are talking about, Roman.”

He chuckles and reminds me, “You can’t lie to me, we grew up together, meaning you also saw how I went after bumping into Morgan,” I glare at him, but he doesn’t shy away and admits, “I saw the look Dante when you locked eyes on her, and then I saw the look when you grabbed her hand. I know that look. It was the exact one I had. She’s your one little brother, and you hate her for it because you just want to play and dip your dick in all the pussy you can before our lifestyle has to come first, and you have to bring children into the world to take over your role.”

I growl, “Drop it, Roman.”

He sighs, “No, I’m not going to drop it just like you didn’t with Morgan,” I raise a brow at him. He smirks, “You made her your best friend, you made her family and made me realize how she was my one, but while also giving me a little space to come to terms with it, and if I knew that would work with you then fine, I would do the same but it won’t because you are still rebelling from the fact Dad forced a kill on you when you weren’t ready, he forced your demon out.”

I lick my bottom lip, my palms sweating. He needs to quit it, he needs to let this fucking go.

I know the feeling. I saw him fall, and I saw him fall hard before trying to deny it all and finally giving in. I saw it all, and now I’m feeling it, and I can’t help but hate her for it, even though I know it isn’t her fault.

“Dante…” He starts again, and I lose my temper and shout, “Fucking drop it, Roman!”

He doesn’t flinch or shy away. Instead, he nods a little, then stands and reminds me, “If you let this feeling take you down the dark path it did me, where I ended up making Morgan the most hated girl on campus, you’ll lose her. She’s not like Morga. She’s had a hard life and still doesn’t know how to deal with her emotions. If she did, she would have had her life back on track right now, but she doesn’t, she’s working at a dead end diner, and I would bet all the money in my account that she’s living in a dump without Rocco knowing. Don’t let her fall through your fingers just because you want to live your life to the fullest because you have to become my second.”noveldrama

My breathing picks up as Roman approaches the elevator, and the demon wants to explode.

I fucking told him not to go there!

“The one, when she comes, you grab hold of it, little brother, you know this, so grab hold of her and help her heal from her past,” Roman says before I hear the doors to the elevator close, and my anger takes over.

Roaring in anger, I get up and grab my coffee table, flipping it, causing it to smash over the hardwood flooring, but I ignore it and grab my beer bottle next, throwing it at the TV on the wall, smashing both before I freeze, breathing hard as my eyes lock onto the ice rink toy.

She’s not my fucking one, I’m not ready for her, and I don’t fucking want her.

Sniffing hard, I turn, leaving the mess, and storm towards my room, needing a shower.

I’ll watch over Paige Carmen because I made a promise, but she and I will never fucking happen. She’s not my one, she’s a slut, like Roman stated, who liked hardcore drugs and needs to focus on healing.

I’m Dante fucking Marino, the left winger for the Jaguars, I don’t need a woman in my life and I don’t want one.

Pussy and ice, that is all I fucking need.