MasukHUNTERMy pretty little cockwhore looked really disturbed. The emotions conflicting on his face were the highlight of my day. Getting beat up was worth this shit.“Fuck you, I’m not sucking your cock.” He spat angrily, just like I had expected. It was some sort of dynamic—Theo could lie all he wanted. But he loved being forced. Not coerced slightly, but fucking forced. He loved when the choice was wrung from him, when he was pressed into a corner with no other option, that way he could conveniently blame it all on me, on the fact that he was powerless.“Well, you can kiss your sponsorship goodbye and go crawling to our daddy dearest to help you,” I whispered, letting out a low intentional whistle while tutting simultaneously.“How low the golden boy had fallen,” I groaned with a pitiful whine, letting myself drag back, air-counting in my head. I didn’t turn back, but the smirk danced on my lips as I reached the top stair, letting my hands push against the knob to the door to my room.
THEOShit. Fuuuucccckkkkkkk.“Patch him up a little better,” I grumbled next to the nurse, watching Hunter lie back as she stitched his jaw. She had applied some ointment, bandaged the side of his face, but according to her, the cut on his jaw needed to be stitched fast to prevent a further wound.What I didn’t understand was how the bastard stayed relaxed with no anesthetic of any sort. Didn’t even flinch or blink wrong. Didn’t this shit hurt?“It’s all done. You can proceed to get the drugs listed and come back in a week to remove the stitches. He should be fine,” the nurse explained, and I nodded, whispering a faint thank you.The nurse walked away, leaving Hunter to gather his belongings while I stood there, stuck, contemplating my choices.I needed him. I needed the fucker who had laid his birth, had slid over that smug smile. I wanted nothing better than to gut him right now and feed him his entrails, but I couldn’t, because my sponsors had asked me to come, and they needed to
HUNTERThe angry pulling and slamming of doors was all I needed to know. A smile tilted on my lips as I held firmly onto my hockey stick, bending forward on the ice to play the puck forwards.“I’ll fucking murder you myself!” Theo cursed, yelling at the top of his voice as he stormed towards the rink.“What’s going on here?” Coach called, stopping the throw to a halt.I straightened, a sinful smile dipping on my lips, a smile straddling my face.“First you are late to practice and now this! What’s going on with you, Theo? You are a captain and we have a game in two days!” Coach snapped, schooling Theo, who didn’t seem to pay a single bit of attention to what Coach was saying.“I told you to keep your bloody hands to yourself, didn’t I?” Theo asked, storming over to me. He yanked at my vest, slamming me back onto the ice.“Theo, stop!” Coach ordered as some of the boys stormed towards us to pull us apart, but Theo wasn’t having it. I stayed back, still smiling.“I told you to fucking
.THEO.My fingers itched, an anger beneath the surface as I stood by the door, tapping my feet slightly. I could hear him draw closer. I listened as he unlocked the door, and I walked in.“Good morning, baby,” I greeted, pushing into the house. Marcus shut the door hurriedly, his eyes scanning the room for any fault I might pick.“Don’t you have school today? Dropping by is a little—”“Random?” I questioned, cutting coldly into his words. Perhaps it was best he began weighing words before he sorted them out to me. I caught a whiff of feminine scent in the air, a nauseating perfume that made my insides churn, eyes dropping back to him.“She delivered food, nothing else, I swear. You can check the door cam footage. No one had been here since that night. It was you who had cancelled out on me randomly.” I softened my demeanor immediately. He was right. I did owe him. After all, I’d gotten way too distracted by that good-for-nothing cockwhore.“I’m sorry, baby, but I’m here now, am I not
HUNTERThe bastard was getting on my nerves. That little pissy fuck was beginning to grate on my nerves. I punched into the bag twice, felt it swing back before landing another blow into the punching bag.I was a hooligan? A trouble he had to watch every spare minute? He dared to lie about not knowing me, acting like we were fucking strangers, and then proceeded to paint his brother fyi me in a fucking terrible light. And what? I was meant to sit and take it like a little bitch?“When’s the next fight?” I called out to Atlas, who had been watching me in utter satisfaction. He enjoyed watching me break down just as much as I enjoyed watching him lose his shit.“Figured you needed space to do what you want, so I cleared out all Match for the year. Claimed you had personal things to focus on, which means no friendly fights, no tournament fights, no bet fights, no underground fights. No fights at all.”I stilled, anger pulsating through me so hard that my body trembled with nothing but ra
.THEO“Welcome to our latest recruit. You all should help him settle in. He passed the drill test, durability test, and every other test,” Coach praised, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he spoke in high praise of Hunter, who stood grinning at me like a madman.“He played before? His previous school? Didn’t he attend a public school? Do they have those?” I asked, trying to sound more concerned, less sarcastic. A smug grin sat on his lips, still ignoring my remarks.“Actually, about that. Hunter and I had spoken in confidentiality, and yes, he is more than capable of playing. Your teammates saw him drill—”“He’s good, man. Legit,” Derek screamed as the others all let out whistles in response. I scrunched up my nose in disgust. First my school, now my team? And what more?“I heard you’ll be giving him lessons. You all decided on switching each other’s homes. I’d advise you to train him too. Now run along, boys. Run laps for an hour and drills. Your first interschool competition is







