Pucking Around With The Captain Novels & Stories

Inis na saad nito in a small mic in his hand. I just stayed silent in my seat with closed eyes as my cheeks rested on my palm, enjoying his annoyance. Dear me. I Think magiging interesting nga ang trip na'to. "Sir, yes sir! If you say so, sir! With great passion, sir!" Anang captain with a tone obviously enjoying his friend's predicament. I didn't heard him answered but just let out a growl from the other seat. I just mentally shook my head as I smirked.

"Do you understand me, Mercer?" Caleb did not answer the question verbally. He simply glared at us, turned around aggressively, and walked back to his parked SUV before slamming the heavy door shut and driving away down the street. Once the vehicle disappeared around the corner, Connor finally dropped his arm from my shoulders and took a small step back to give me personal space. The sudden absence of his body heat made the afternoon air feel surprisingly cold. "Why would the team captain involve himself in a dispute between a regular player and a girl he does not even know?" I asked quietly, looking up at his sharp jawline while I gripped my shopping bags tightly.

RAE I noticed the ‘C’ patch on his jersey as he backed away. “Scared of a little ice?” the player holding my kit above his head taunted me. I tilted my head, squinting. I’ve seen that arrogant smirk and those greyish blue eyes before. In fact, that voice… The other players noisily cleared out of the rink through the passage behind me, prodding me with stares, laughing amongst themselves. I couldn’t look away from the captain of the Richmond Kings.

His gaze flicked between me and Luca, sizing us up, ensuring we were ready for what was coming. Finally, the Captain broke the silence. “Gentlemen,” he began, his voice gravelly, “we’ve got a situation that’s about to explode, and I don’t have to tell you how delicate this is.” I straightened up, exchanging a glance with Luca, who remained stoic but nodded slightly, acknowledging the seriousness of the moment.

“Captain, you've got it all wrong. I don't see you in that matter at all, or any other guy and no, I really can't let you bring someone here. I just wanted to get some rest.” “You sure?” He still looked at me like he didn't believe me. Things were so awkward. Luckily for me, the room was dark and my wrap still hung loosely across my chest. I'm fine. I hope so. “Alright. Forget I talked about it, but no rest for you. Go out and party.” “Captain.” “Move.” He walked out and just when I thought he had left, he opened the door again, waiting for me. I grabbed my cap and ran out with loose wraps. What if it came off. I was panicking, sweat breaking out all over my skin.

Without me. I walk over to them and clear my throat. They all turn around and look at me. "Really?? We got the fucking girl?" The captains whines. "Really?? I got the sexist bitch?" I whine, imitating him. He rolls his eyes and they continue to make a plan. "Alright let's do it!" The captain cheers, after making the plan. "Wait... Am I not part of the plan?" I ask him. He glares at me, shaking his head. I want to rip out his throat and pull his tongue out from his ribcage.

“Whatever mess is happening outside this building, leave it outside. I need my captain focused on the ice, not someone who looks like his mind is somewhere else. Fix it. ” Matt nodded and put his mouthguard back in before returning to the bench. The second period began, and Matt made himself focus on the game. He pushed an opposing player against the boards, picked up a loose puck, and helped set up a good shot toward the goal. For about five minutes, it looked like he was finally getting back into his normal rhythm. Then, during a break in play, his eyes moved toward the seats close to the ice. For a second, he saw a woman with long dark hair walking down the aisle.

“I don’t know why the Captain wants to keep her.” “Fillies are his only form of folly,” Augustus said. “What’s he doing letting a horse bite him? I thought you boys were digging the new well?” “Hit rock,” Pea said. “Ain’t room for but one man to swing a pick down in that hole, so Newt swung it while I shod horses. The Captain took a ride. I guess he thought he had her sweated down. He turned his back on her and she bit a hunk out.”

Looking at his messages, all wagging tail like a big dog, I thought back to how he'd been all afternoon, eyes on nothing but the puck. The guy wasn't actually mean-hearted. He was just completely oblivious to how people worked. I typed out a line. "I watched your old game tapes. Everyone's just recklessly aggressive, dropping the gloves at the drop of a hat, all chasing the spotlight, and you play like a bunch of strangers. It doesn't matter how good the tactics are if the captain doesn't give a damn about his own teammates and lets bullying slide right under his nose." He fired back a shocked reaction sticker in a heartbeat.

The captain doesn’t even look up, just continues to tend to his task: sharpening a single protracted claw with a silver file. We’re silent, other than the sound of his filing, and I gesture for Niko to take a seat beside me. When we’re finally settled, the captain speaks. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t just kill you now.”