Made To Be Broken - The Boston Hawks Hockey Series

Book 2 - Chapter Four

Kane’s POV

I slam my fists into the barrier in front of me as I watch the second string let a second goal past them, the puck sliding past Tank as he tries valiantly to get a hand on it.

Beside me are my teammates, the other parts to our dream team, Marcus ‘Demolition man’ Langway, and the team captain, Ashton ‘the Devil’ Deneko. I can see Marcus’ knee bouncing in agitation, just as desperate as I am to get back out on the ice and turn around this s.hit show of a game.

Thankfully we’re still a goal ahead, but it still makes us look bad, to the other team, our fans, the media, we shouldn’t be letting goals in like this.

‘Demo, Devil, Grim, get your asses out there’ our coach finally shouts and I’m immediately up on my skates, my boys beside me, Marcus turning to the crowd and blowing a kiss to his very own good luck charm, Rory. The guy is head over heels for his woman, and though I still personally don’t get it, why would you tie yourself down to one woman? He’s so damn happy it sickening, and he sure as hell is playing the best he ever has, so even if I don’t get it, I’m happy for my best friend.

Adrenaline pumps through me as we scramble over the boards and our second string counterparts take our places on the bench looking defeated. Since my run in with Brandy earlier, I’ve been beyond pumped, my blood roaring through me, burning with fire that is bursting to release. Now, with two goals handed to our opponents while I could only sit on the bench and watch, I know just how to let off the last of this pent up energy.

‘Let’s get this s.hit going’ Marcus roars in my ear, slapping the top of my helmet as we skate out to our positions, bumping his fist with mine as I nod back, before breaking away to the other side of the rink and sliding to a stop.

Looking up, I smirk at the scowling enforcer across from me, watching as his hands tighten around his stick as I wink at him.

‘Looking c.ocky for a guy whose team just let in two goals’ the other man calls over.

‘Just making you feel like you might have a chance before we destroy you’ I throw back, tapping my stick to the ice.

The puck drops and Ashton wins the tussle, shooting it over to Marcus who takes off down the ice as I pace him from the other side. He’s slammed into the wall within seconds to the boos of the home crowd around us. The opposing enforcer swipes up the puck and chases the other way as I skid to a halt. Dalton is on the ball though, the huge defender shoving the player into the boards and slapping the puck toward me. I catch it, cradling it back and forth as I fly through the defence, skating down the side of the goal and shooting as I pass. The sound of the buzzer going off music to my ears as I pump the air, skating around the edge of the rink as our fans scream wildly.

The minutes count down in a blur, the game ending in a four, two win to the Hawks, both teams lining up to shake hands before we head for the benches, and back to the locker room.

‘Grim!’ Dalton’s arm wraps around my neck, pulling me into a hug as he rubs his knuckles in my hair. ‘f***k man! That shot! Mwah!’ he yells, kissing his pinched fingers before pulling them away from his mouth. ‘Though it wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for my awesome defence skills’ he adds, waggling his eyebrows.

I laugh, pushing him off me and taking a seat on the bench so I can remove my skates, then the rest of my gear.

‘Careful Saint’ one of the second stringers calls out, ‘Grim’s head is already big, no need to risk it not fitting though the door.’

‘My head fits just fine’ I shout back, throwing the sweat soaked shirt I just pulled over my head at the other player, ‘in every place I put it, and no one complains about my size either.’

I’m shoved by a couple of my team as the room laughs loudly, everyone stripping down and heading into the showers in good spirits.

‘So, are we celebrating?’ Dalton asks as he stands under the spray of his shower head, washing away the soap smeared across his chest.

‘I got to get back to Beth’ Ashton states immediately.

‘I’m out too’ Marcus agrees, ‘Rory and I have plans . . ‘

A groan goes up from the group that I join, ‘man! You are boooooring’ I tease, stepping out of the water and grabbing my towel, using it to rub over my skin before curling it up in my hands and flicking it at my best friend as he turns off his own shower.

He jumps as the corner of the towel catches his thigh, yelping like a damn child.

‘I’m not boring’ he retorts, rubbing at the spot I flicked him, ‘I just prefer her company to you assholes.’

‘What’s she got that we don’t Demo?’ a second string defencemen calls out.

‘That list is to long to even start Montaine’ my fellow enforcer retorts, drying off quickly, ‘but know this, given the option, I’m picking her every time over any of you.’

‘Ouch!’ I huff, pressing a hand to my chest, ‘and I thought we were ride or die, now you got a woman, suddenly my ass is lumped in with this lot?’ I jerk a thumb at the team who cat call me and flip me off.

My best friend throws his arm around my shoulders, laughing, ‘dude, you know I’d have your back if you need me, but when it comes to asses, I’ll follow hers anywhere, and its not just because hers has a much better view . . ‘

I shove the enforcer away as he laughs, heading back to my locker and getting ready. My best friend might be a boring homebody now, but I’m not, and it’s been two weeks since I let off any steam. No game tomorrow, late practice? I’m getting some drinks, having some fun and hopefully a night to remember . . .