Capture the Moment (Moments #1)

52. Blake

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Blake

“You’re an amazing kid, Wilder. That was some excellent team work that I saw out there. The way you aided Heart after his injury and how you helped the other members adjust on the ice was exactly what we want to see of you in Washington. We’ll be in touch.” Travis Liberdade, the head coach for the Washington Eagles, shakes my hand. I think I’m going to faint from all of this excitement as he claps a hand on my shoulder before leaving.

I’m so pumped! I have to tell Cleo and the guys—

“I’m calling our fucking lawyer on that psychotic bitch, Dad. Cleora Emory Jones will rue the day she let her crazy guard dog touch me!” a red-haired girl shouts expletives into her phone as she stomps past me towards the front door of the arena.

Cleora? What the hell was that? I tilt my head in confusion as I walk towards where Cleo and a few others stand only to stop in my tracks at the tall dark-skinned man looming around my girlfriend.

I don’t think as I walk up to him, grabbing his shirt.

“You got a lot of balls talking to my girl, Rivers. I should kick your ass to next Friday after everything you did,” I say through gritted teeth as Marcelo frowns, looking clear past me to Cleo.

“Put him down, Lover Boy. He’s apologizing.” She sighs, defeated, as I drop him.

The fuck did I miss? The question must be evident on my face because Ryan claps a hand on my shoulder with a knowing look, promptly walking me away from the two just far enough to hear their conversation .

“But where does that leave us?” Marcelo asks, Cleo pears up at him with obvious disgust.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” He steps forward, and Cleo shoots me a look as she takes a giant step back, frowning at him, “Where does this whole situation leave you and—”

“I’ll stop you right there. I’ve heard enough. Lover Boy, take me to The Sugar Hole?” Cleo raises a brow at me, challenging me to say anything but I keep quiet, smirking as I wrap an arm around her.

“Already on it.”