Heads turned and voices murmured as I joined the boys in the shower.
“Holy fuck, Dak.”
I chuckled, stepping under the stream of water. “What’s up, boys?”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so chiseled before,” Connor said.
“You jelly, bro?” I teased.
“Kinda,yeah,” he admitted, laughing.
“You look great, kid.” Rust slapped me on the arm, squeezing and testing my muscles. “But more importantly? You looked great out on the ice.”
“He was absolutelyengaged,” Brock remarked, gushing. “I’ve never seen that level of focus or compete from you before, Dak.”
“Alright, boys. Let’s take it easy.” I chuckled. “It’s just day one of camp. Until the puck actually drops, I haven’t proven shit.”
Rust had trouble containing his grin. “Damn right,” he said, approvingly.
After a quick rinse, I turned off the water. I dried off and tossed my towel aside, marching back to the room buck naked, like always.
“Look at his fuckin’ ass!” Connor yelled, following behind me.
“Even his ass looks jacked!” Brock added, laughing.
Tank, sneaking up on me, took a mighty swing and spanked my rear, a resoundingcrackringing out.
“Yow! Dammit, Tank!” I yelped, my ass stinging.
“Hey, how’d that booty feel to the touch, Tank?!” Connor asked, clowning around.
“One word.Pert,” Tank answered, wiggling his eyebrows. “Really, it’s no fuckin’ wonder The Godfather’s daughter’s has been beggin’ for that cock all summer long. Just look at this stud. Who can blame her?!”
Everybody roared with laughter as we walked back into the dressing room.
“You guys are fuckedup, man,” I said, though I laughed, too.
But the laughter immediately died the second we stepped foot into the room and saw who was waiting for us. Waiting forme.
Mr. Capuano stood in the center of the room, his hands on his hips, his gaze burning into me with hatred in his eyes.
Oh fuck.
Killer stood by Mr. Capuano’s side. He did the talking. “Dak, hurry up and get dressed, then meet us in my office, yeah?”
“Sure thing, Coach,” I murmured, my pulse thumping in my ears.
My hair was still wet from the shower, droplets of water trickling down my neck and onto my freshly buttoned-down shirt, as I rode the elevator to Killer’s office.
The boys had wished me luck, but you could read my fate in their dour expressions: I was fucked, and everyone knew it. If I wasn’t fuckedbefore,I was definitely fuckednowthatMr. Capuano had heard everyone cracking jokes about me and Ottavia banging.
But whatever. I just wanted to get it over with already.
The elevator let me off, and I made myself to Killer’s office. Before I knocked on the door, I quickly ran my fingers through my damp hair, attempting to tame the unruly locks.
That’s when I heard what sounded like two voices arguing in the office.
I leaned closer and tried to listen.
