The Prince’s Playbook (The Prince Pact #3)

ADAN

I laced up my skates with the same routine I’d been doing since I was eight years old: left skate first, pull the laces tight through the middle eyelets, then the right.

The locker room hummed with the familiar sounds of twenty guys getting ready for practice: the thunk of equipment hitting the floor, the scrape of skate blades on rubber mats, the endless chirping that never seemed to stop.

“Yo, Rivera!” Tank called out from his locker three down from mine. His real name was Cole Monihan, but everyone called him Tank, and that was what his jersey said as well. “You ready to meet your new babysitter?”