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“We’re fucking with you, man,” Lane says, but I don’t think he is. I can’t trust that he won’t feed the kids alcohol, but I can trust that he’ll keep them safe. That’s gonna have to be enough for now.
I’m not in the door five minutes, and I’m shooting off a text to Casey to get his ass to my place. I need relief. I need … I don’t fucking know. But being in that house, seeing the state of thosekids, it’s fucked me up. My situation wasn’t the same, but there were enough similar elements to bring it all rushing back.
Kitten
I’m out, man. I have a whole life that doesn’t involve your dick.
Not fucking likely.
I almost text him a “when are you done?” but I’m not that desperate. I can hit up someone on Benduovr. Before I can pull up the app, another text comes through.
Kitten
You willing to meet at mine late? Like, late, late?
Unfortunately, I know I’m willing to meet him at any time he wants. I’m not telling him that.
Me
How late, Alderchuck? I don’t have all night to wait for you.
Kitten
One am?
Question mark? Fuck his question mark.
Me
One am, sharp, or you don’t cum, Alderchuck.
Kitten
Gee. You sound like a carnival of fun tonight, Sutter. Can’t wait.
My anger doesn’t fade. It’s a full-fledged frenzy by the time he waltzes up to the door ten minutes late. It’s dark, but does he take stock of his surroundings before he gets out of the Uber? No. His brother and the two other guys they always hang out with, climb out too. At least his brother looks around. He catches sight of my car, which isn’t incognito, and waves.
There’s an exchange between the two Alderchucks before Casey waves me over. This is fucking ridiculous. I need to get tail elsewhere.
After tonight.
My car door slams distantly as if I’m not the one doing it. Rage is all there is. Rage in the form of an unspent weapon loaded and cocked within my muscles. But I don’t move from my car, frozen in place. What am I doing here at this time of night? This is crazy. Alderchuck isn’t the only fish in the Vancouver sea. I’m turning around. I’m getting the fuck out of?—
“Well look who it is,” one of the other two says. I forget their names. One of them is too pretty to be a hockey player. Hockeyplayers should have crooked noses and fake or missing teeth. At the very least, they should be rugged like Casey. This guy’s never been touched by a fist. Though, I think I see why. The other Alderchuck—the one that doesn’t belong to me—is all kinds of protective of him.
The way he looks at him. The way he lets the guy lean against him. I’ll bet that extends to the ice and he doesn’t let anyone touch him. That’s gotta be how he’s stayed so pretty. Is that Other Alderchuck’s boyfriend?
“Boston finally kicked you to the curb and you’re here to beg one of our teams to take you on?” the other one says.
“Be nice, guys,” my Alderchuck says. “He’s fragile. Just ask his nose.”
On another night, I might take their ribbing in stride and rally back. The nose thing is low-hanging fruit by this point. But I’m not in the fucking mood.
“I’m here for one reason only, Alderchuck. Your ass. It’s all you’re good for, so let’s do this.”
All three raise a brow that clearly says,you want us to escort him off the property?
It was a dick thing to say, but my and Alderchuck’s game isn’t fueled by nice, it’s fueled by hate.
