Chapter 13
Case
What The Fuck?
My hands ball into fists as I watch her leave the room.
I’m not sure what happened from the time I picked her little ass up and carried her down to the kitchen until thirty seconds ago.
Her entire mood and demeanor changed in the blink of an eye and I’m left confused as fuck.
Anger radiates through my veins as I get up from the table and march over to the garbage can.
Lifting the lid, I take out the envelope she threw in there and read the note.
What the fuck? Who the fuck is Kenneth? She told me last week that she doesn’t have a boyfriend.
Did she lie? Am I a fool? I’m not sure what to think but I need to blow off some steam because if I stay in this house with her—she’s going to see a side of me I never want her to see.
Leaving everything where it is, otherwise there will be shattered dishes in the sink.
I grab my shit and leave the house. Pressing the fob angrily, my car unlocks and I throw my stuff inside.
Looking up at her window, I shake my head then get in the car and pull out the driveway.
I hate being lied to. I fucking despise liars.
I never give anyone a reason to not trust me or be able to confide in me and I thought maybe just maybe we were at a point where we can be more than whatever this is.
I know what I want. Despite what my father told me.
I really don’t care. The pull towards this girl is relentless and it has to mean something but before I do anything more I need fucking answers.
Driving towards school, I blast some music to get out of my head but it’s not working.
I’m actually getting more angry by the second and I’m not sure what is going to get me out of this mood.
I wanted to take her out today and do something fun.
We always end up hanging out at the house but I wanted to show her a good time.
Slamming my hands against the steering wheel, I growl. Was it the note that changed her mood and why couldn’t she just tell me? I don’t understand but fuck, I need to take this shit and lock it up. I have an important game tonight and that’s got to be priority number one.
Arriving at school, I park my car, grab my things and head for the sports center. Stepping into the locker room, I see my brothers sitting on the bench bullshitting.
“Yo, what up. Are you guys ready for later?” I ask and they both snap their heads to me with a solemn look on their faces. What the fuck now? “What is going on?” but Crew shakes his head as Cruz drops his head in defeat.
“Jimmy came up dirty.” Cruz informs me and I growl.
“Fuck! You both are clean right?” I ask and they nod. Thank fucking god.
“But we’re fucked! Phil ain’t ready especially for tonight’s game.
” Cruz says and I nod. I know and I’ve been trying to work with him but he really doesn’t belong on this team with us.
We are too skilled and he just isn’t. It also doesn’t help that he’s the coach’s son so coming up dirty is even worse.
“We’re not fucked. All three of us can play every position in this game. One of you takes his spot. Let someone else take yours. We will just have to work twice as hard. We got this!” I assure them and they both look up at me with hope in their eyes.
“Yeah, you’re right!” Crew cheers and I smile.
“Nothing is going to fuck up this game for us. They don’t know how the Nicoletti brothers operate. So lets give the fans a fucking show.” I grin.
“Fuck yeah.” Cruz laughs and just like that, the crisis averted.
“Let’s go run some plays then go soak before the game.” I tell them and they nod. Opening up my locker, I start to gear up as my phone buzzes against the metal shelf. I pick up my phone and see a text from Lyla. I tighten my hold as I read the message.
Doll:
I’m sorry, Case. Please don’t be mad at me.
My anger that I thought simmered a bit, rears its ugly head once again.
She’s sorry? Sorry for what? Oh I know–for lying?
For having a boyfriend and not telling me about it or maybe not trusting me enough to confide in me.
Throwing my phone back in the locker I slam the door and head out to the ice.
For now I’ll just concentrate on the game and ensure that we win tonight.
Nothing else matters right now. At least that’s what I’ll keep telling myself until we win and I go home to get answers.
She’ll be lucky if I don’t pin her ass down and fuck the truth right out of her.
I’ve never had a women make me this fucking mad before and I’m not sure what to do about it.
Should I make another appointment with Mercedes?
Or just take my rage out in the rink and win this fucking shit tonight.
Fuck it! The Sneaky Devils better watch out because I’m coming for blood.