Puck in bed with my brothers enemy
That fact alone made my stomach turn.
Underneath it, another fear sat, Leo had lost. After years of preparing for this game both mentally and physically my brother had lost to Zeek Marlow, the arrogant pig we’d both hated, the one player who’d made it his personal mission to ruin Leo’s season for three years running.
As if that wasn’t enough nightmare, Leo had thrown the first punch which meant whatever came next, suspension, fines, a headline painting him as the aggressor right after the game got stolen by a clock, none of it would be fair, and none of it would matter to the league.