Captain Jerk Novels & Stories

“You coming Smallie? Or you crashing already?” “Nah I’m beat, you guys handle the drunk rescue mission,” I said, waving them off with a fake yawn even though every nerve in my body was buzzing. “Bring him back in one piece or whatever.” Ryker saluted dramatic. “Aye aye captain. Night bro, glad you’re back.” Jax punched my arm light on the way out. “Yeah welcome home loser.”

he replied. "So, we'll be taking my private plane and will be at our destination at exactly 1600 hours. Hop on!" he told Isabella. She was shocked to see the superior side of the Captain. He was like giving commands to his troops. "That's what you say to your co-soldiers?" she asked while giggling. "What co-soldiers? There is no such thing." he laughed at her chosen words. "Well basically yes, but I'm more stiffed and I shout most of the time when talking to them. They can't see this soft side of me. It's only for you!" Carter was very naughty. He loves teasing Isabella.

I heard him telling his friends who came to play in the evening that my sister is going to act in a movie. "Clara sit on my lap for a while... Let Paul get some rest" Captain's snarky comment spoils the flow of the story. Will take a good beating." Clara replied. "Your slap, a kiss for me" The captain didn't intend to stop. "Her husband is a gangster. He's a hired killer. Now he's in jail." Johan's comment. The captain said, "Sorry, Madam. You continue," and closed his lips. "If you come for tea," Paul said.

"Shut up! No way! Oh my god, you're staying with Brayden Hayes? The actual captain? Miller was telling me some crazy story about Brayden slamming his older brother into the metal lockers yesterday morning, but he wouldn't give me any of the juicy details because he said the team code is sacred. It's an brotherhood of meatheads, I swear." A tiny, genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest, the sound surprising me after so many hours of crying. "Yeah. He definitely slammed Caleb into the steel. I saw the split knuckles last night." "Good! Caleb is an arrogant prick anyway," Chloe hissed, completely matching my voice and energy.

He operated on a state of perpetual, hyper-vigilant alert. Tapping the screen again, I initiated a second call. The line connected on the third ring. "Jeremiah." "Jeremiah is currently attempting to merge his skull with the physical properties of my mahogany bar." The voice did not belong to my captain. It was a gruff, gravelly baritone, underscored by the thumping bass of a jukebox and the clinking of heavy glassware. Dread pressed down on my chest, heavy and suffocating. "Who is this?"

Here on the ice Ethan looked lighter, responding without calculation to someone who carried none of their history. Gerald glanced over once but said nothing. Jax stayed still, hands flat on his thighs, as the next whistle called them back to the drill. Near the end of the final drill, Eli skated along the boards closest to the stands while the others reset. He glanced up, found Jax watching, and slowed just enough to speak. “You’re Rivera, right? The one who used to wear the C.” Jax met his eyes. “Yeah.” Eli gave a small, assessing smile. “Different view from up there.” It wasn’t loud or openly cutting. Still, the casual observation landed with precision.

A voice came out, causing a hush of silence in the room. Out of the shadows, stepped the least person I expected. He looked way different from how I knew him. And this was the second time I was seeing him today. Jason Myers. What was the captain of the hockey team doing here? In a place surrounded by such men? The fat man's face had instantly turned white. “Mr. Myers. I didn't know she had an affiliation with you.” He stammered, instantly letting go of my hair. Jason's eyes narrowed, “Now you do, and that hand…” his gaze zeroing on the man's hand.

Oh my God. It dawned on me at that moment… Lucas already lost the captain's title… There's no way Coach is letting Kianeffing Maddox go. “Everyone gather around.” The coach's voice came as he hugged Scott, “That's my boy. I am really proud of you.” “And to everyone on the team. We have our new MVP and captain of the team. Kian Maddox.” The coach announced. The rink erupted with cheers and whistles. Lucas threw his helmet on the floor, getting everyone's attention.

"Well, well. Look who decided to show up," Derek sneered, leaning back against his locker with his arms crossed over his chest. He was our starting left wing, a guy with more money than sense and a mouth that never knew when to stop, and he was looking at me with a cruel, ugly smirk. "I was starting to think you'd be too sore to walk today, Vane. Tell me, when the captain's bending you over the training table, does he give you extra ice time, or do you just drop to your knees for the thrill of it?"

I'm so near, yet so out of reach. I crack a punch down his jaw and the pain that goes through my hand makes me hiss. "Fuck!" I shake my hand and fingers furiously to get them numb while I direct a glare at the captain "Is your jaw made of fucking iron? How am I the one in pain?" Captain Pem stares at me, bewildered. His hand rises slowly to touch his jaw, and when he does, I see him wince. My punch did hurt him. Hah, good to know.