Semua Bab Playing Dirty: Bab 1 - Bab 4

Grace’s POV“Go back to the backwater you came from,” the guy barked, loud enough to echo.My eyes found the voice immediately.It was Noah Hudson.Even from where I stood, he was impossible to miss.He was brown-skinned. Muscular. Built like he could go straight through concrete if he had to. His skin gleamed with sweat under the lights, and both arms were covered in detailed black and gray tattoos that ran from shoulder to wrist. More ink crept from under his jersey across his chest and neck. His dreads were tied back in a loose band, a few strands falling over his forehead as he moved. His brown eyes were sharp and unreadable, but they had a darkness behind them.“Try to score on me again,” he growled. “I dare you.”The puck flew across the ice.He’d already knocked one player flat, and now he was gunning for more. Noah Hudson didn’t play to impress. He played to dominate. Everyone in the league knew it. He was the most ruthless defenseman the Vipers had ever had, known more for hi

I crossed the car quickly, scanning the overhead compartments until I spotted the red emergency sticker. I snapped it open and pulled out a fat stack of barf bags, crinkly and pale blue. Exactly what I needed. “Here!” I said, tossing a few to the nearest players. “Hold it right under your mouth. Breathe through your nose. Do not lean back.” One of the rookies was trembling so badly he couldn't open the seal. I crouched next to him, peeled the top open for him, and placed it in his hands. “If it’s coming, don’t fight it. Just aim and breathe.” Another wave of gagging came from the left side of the car. Someone had missed the bag. The smell was everywhere now—pungent, thick, heavy with seafood and bile. I stood up fast and shouted over the chaos. “Can someone get Bryson some water?” “I got it,” Noah said behind me. I glanced over my shoulder. He was moving with calm, controlled energy, a tray of water bottles tucked under one arm. He crouched beside Bryson and handed one over, hi