Sinful Secrets (Savannah Sharks Hockey and Mafia #2)

Chapter 26

Chapter Twenty-Six

SAVANNAH

I throw my empty bottle of water in the trash can before taking off my skates and slipping my sneakers back on as the third period starts. Grabbing my sign, I run up the few steps to join Christy on the corner stand.

She’s leaning over the railing flirting with a man who is sitting one row up. He stands out in this crowd. He’s not wearing Sharks’ gear or colors. He’s wearing a white polo and a pair of khakis. His hair is well manicured, and he doesn’t have a beard.

Not even a five o’clock shadow.

“Who’s the man you’re flirting with?” I whisper as I turn around to watch the game for a few moments.

She grins. “My husband. He got off work early and came here to surprise me. Isn’t he just the greatest?”

“That was very nice of him.”

I turn around to give him another look. Even though there’s a hockey game going on, he’s not paying attention to it. He only has eyes for Christy. There is so much love and admiration in his smile that it causes me to smile, too.

“Hi. I’m Savannah.” I say as I wave my sign.

He glances at me just long enough to introduce himself before returning his gaze back on Christy.

The crowd stands and cheers for our players.

A whistle is blown, stopping the game. It’s followed by several whistles being blown repeatedly. Turning around to see what is going on, I watch several players skate across the ice.

Two opposing players have Joey pressed against the glass. One of them has his forearm pressed against Joey’s neck, and the other player is yelling something.

Rhett pulls one man off of Joey, but two more join the group, pushing and shoving at our players.

A man pushes Spencer from behind. Being caught off guard, Spencer almost falls to the ice, but he regains his balance. He spins around and, without giving the man a chance to back up, he punches the guy straight in the jaw.

This seems to spur on the other players.

Fists fly as both teams push and pull at one another. It takes all four referees several minutes to break up this massive fight. Screams and cheers echo through the arena as our team skates across the ice to their team bench.

The four referees meet up on the side before one skates in front of the announcer’s box.

“Number thirty-four, Savannah Sharks, two minutes for roughing. Number twenty-four, San Diego Storm, two minutes for cross checking. Number seventeen, Savannah Sharks, two minutes for fighting.”

The crowd boos as Joey and Spencer skate to the penalty box. With two penalties to their one, our players need to focus and keep them from scoring.

Maybe, if we are lucky, we can keep the one to zero lead and win the game.

Christy and I take turns waving our signs and encouraging the crowd to get loud and cheer for our guys.

I try to keep my focus on the people in the audience, even going as far as counting how many people are wearing white jerseys- forty-eight by the way, but my mind and my ear focus on the announcer and what he’s saying.

“The Savannah Sharks have found a way to turn their losing season streak around. For the first time in nearly three seasons, fans are hopeful for the team to become playoff contenders.”

From the research I’ve done, the Sharks had the most penalty minutes in the entire league last season.

They also had the most losses, but according to several news outlets, they had the zero trades.

Why wouldn’t they trade any players after having back-to-back losing seasons?

When the crowd cheers, I glance behind me to see Spencer and Joey exit the penalty box.

Joey steals the puck as it is passed down the ice. He passes the puck over to Spencer, who is skating toward the opposing goalie. He doesn’t have a shot, so he skates around the net and passes the puck to number eight.

“Who’s number eight?” I whisper to Christy.

He’s shorter than the rest of the guys on the ice, but he exudes confidence and grit. He’s pretty bulky, too.

“Gage Roberts.” She says just as he lifts his stick and takes a shot.

Gage isn’t short. I stood next to him and he towered over me.

The crowd groans with disappointment as the puck hits the post with a loud ding before being shot down to our end of the ice.

Players from both teams skate to the benches to switch out.

I watch as Spencer opens the door and hops in as several players effortlessly jump over the board and land on the ice.

The goalie for the San Diego Storm hits the puck back to center ice, where their player takes control of it and heads straight for our goalie.

Christy spins around to watch the game with me. She bumps into my arm. “So, are you ready to talk about your mystery boyfriend? I’m assuming based on the flowers and the kiss that you uncomplicated the situation?”

My gaze immediately moves to where Spencer is sitting on the bench.

Christy gasps and grabs my arm. Pulling me closer to her side, she whispers, “Please tell me all the dirty details about dating one of our players.”

“What? Why would you assume I have dirty details to give?” I turn to look at her.

“I need to live vicariously through you, Savannah. If you tell me he’s boring in bed, I may cry.”

“He’s definitely not boring. On or off the ice.”

There’s no way I’m telling her about the mafia stuff, especially with everything going on.

My face blushes as I remember the past couple of days with Spencer and how he pushed me to my limits. He pulled orgasm after orgasm from me, bringing me higher with each one.

It was almost as if he was obsessed with bringing me to the brink time and time again.

I tried to return the favor, but he refused. He even restrained my hands to prevent me from touching him.

By the end of the night, I was floating on cloud nine and completely sated.

“Earth to Savannah.” Christy waves her hand in front of my face.

“Oh, sorry. I was just-” My cheeks burn with embarrassment.

She cuts me off. “You were just thinking about Spencer Reed and the things he does to you, weren’t you?”

“Maybe.”

“So what is it like?”

A referee blows his whistle, stopping the game. I turn away from the ice and wave my sign to the crowd.

They yell and cheer.

“There’s only one minute and twenty seconds left in the game, Savannah. You have to tell me.”

I give her a smile and roll my eyes.

She links her arm with mine. “Please. Do I need to beg? Because I will. Tell me something; anything. Is he adventurous? Does he have any weird fetishes?”

I glance at her husband before turning back to the game. “Fine. I will tell you, but you can’t repeat it to any of the others.”

With her pointer finger, she crosses her heart. “I swear.”

I let out a sigh and say, “He is adventurous and very giving. He opened my eyes to things I never dreamed I’d like. He doesn’t have any weird fetishes, but I think he might be a masochist. He loves tying me up and-”

Our conversation is cut off by the buzzer sounding. The fans stand and cheer as the guys congratulate one another on yet another win.

Spencer glances my way before taking the tunnel back to their locker room to shower and change.

“Come on.” Christy pulls me down the steps.

“Wait.” I bend down and pick up my skates before allowing her to pull me back to our locker room.

Christy and I are the only ones in the locker room. She points to my flowers. “May I?”

“Sure.”

She picks up the flowers and inhales their sweet scent. “He sure can pick them out. Are these apology flowers or just because flowers?”

“Just because.”

The locker door opens as voices drift inside.

One of the other rookies sits down on the bench across from me and asks, “So, how’d you and Spencer Reed meet?”

Why does she want to know?

“We met at a museum.”

She scoffs, as if she doesn’t believe me. “And you immediately knew who he was, right?”

I shake my head. “Actually, I didn’t find out who he was until the day of auditions.”

Her eyes widen for a moment as she glances at the woman sitting next to her. “Were you already dating him when you came to auditions?”

Does it really matter?

“Yeah, we had already gone on a few dates, but he didn’t know I was trying out for the ice girls and I didn’t know what he did for a living.”

“And he didn’t tell you who he was? That’s a huge red flag.”

Christy clears her throat and stands up for me. “No, it’s not a red flag. He wanted to make sure she was in it for all the right reasons. Which obviously she was and is, because they are still together.”

“Dating a player or any staff member is against the rules. You could get fired.”

I shrug. “Well, that’s out of my control. I’m not going to let it dictate my happiness.”

Christy grins and says, “Yeah, because who would break up with a professional hockey player for a part-time job?”

Another ice girl chimes in. “Girl, you need to let him knock you up as fast as you can. Then you will be set for life.”

My mouth falls open slightly. I can’t believe she would suggest this. Seriously, who thinks like this?

“I’m not going to get pregnant just to trap him.” I bark out, with a hint of anger in my tone.

The locker room goes silent as we stare at one another. No one says anything.

Maybe they are just as appalled as I am. Or maybe they agree with her and think I should trap Spencer into being with me and paying for my future.

I couldn’t and wouldn’t do that to him.

Besides, I’m hopeful that I will have a fashion empire in the future and will be able to close the financial gap between us.

The locker room door opens and Francesca pokes her head inside. “Uh, Savannah, can you come with me?”

Her expression is stern and full of worry.

Great. This will just add fuel to their gossip fire.

“Yeah, I’ll be right out.”

I grab my duffel bag and my flowers and say a quick goodbye to Avery and Christy before meeting Francesca out in the hallway.

“What’s going on? Is everything alright with the guys?”

“We have been summoned upstairs to the conference room by my father.”

“Oh, shit. That can’t be good.”

“I don’t think it is, but I’m completely in the dark here.”

“Do you think I’m about to be fired for dating a player?”

Her laugh echoes off the walls. “Not unless he’s about to fire me, too.”

She clears her throat as we approach the conference room. I follow her inside the room, surprised to see the guys already here.

Spencer places a kiss on my cheek and pulls out my chair before standing behind me. Rhett does the same for Francesca.

Arturo stands at the head of the table, commanding our attention.

No one in the room speaks. The tension is thick, and the mood is extremely serious.

“I just wanted to catch everyone before you went out to celebrate tonight’s win. This speech is serving as a warning and as a reminder that everyone needs to be aware of their surroundings and to be on high alert.”

He glances around the room, locking eyes with every single one of us before continuing.

“I just received a signed and sealed letter bearing Giuseppe Rossi’s crest. Effective immediately, there is no longer a treaty between the families. They are coming for revenge.”

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