The Worst Pucking Deal: A Hockey and Mafia Romance by B. Lybaek

Author:B. Lybaek [Lybaek, B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-05-10T00:00:00+00:00

Lucia

Idon’t think my body has ever been louder than it is in the silence of the car. My teeth are chattering, my blood rushes in my veins, and my heart is beating so violently I can barely hear the other two.

Fabian…

Fabian is…

Fuck.

Fabian is here.

I don’t understand it. It’s like there’s a fog making it impossible for my brain to comprehend what just happened. Rationally, I know exactly what’s going on; Fabian bought his way into my world and put himself in a position of pure power. Irrationally, my brain rejects the idea. Scoffs and tells me it’s not possible. But not only is it possible, it happened.

“Was his name really Fabian?” I ask again, hoping beyond belief that Sawyer is going to look at me with a smile and tell me “gotcha.”

“That’s what he said,” Sawyer replies, his tone as strained as the veins on his arms.

Despite the turmoil in my mind, I can’t stop looking at him as he sits there, bare-chested and tense and so handsome it’s hard to look away. Since I’m still shaking, he gave me his suit jacket and shirt to cover me. And since I didn’t have the words to explain I’m not freezing because it’s cold, but because I’m scared to the very marrow of my being, no amount of fabric will make me warm again.

The one thing I remember the most from living with Fabian and being his wife is how cold I always felt. Even during the hottest summer day in Rome, I’d be cold all the way into my bones. No amount of sun or Roman baths could heat me up. I didn’t feel warm again until my uncle took my deal and granted my wish; saving me from Fabian’s cruelty.

“Goddamn it, Lucia. What can I do?” I turn my head sluggishly, just in time to see Sawyer punch the steering wheel. “We’ll be home soon. Just hang in there. Please.”

His words don’t make a lick of sense to me right now, so I just look at his many tattoos. His upper body is completely covered, but I’ve never really looked at them. As my eyes slowly trail up to his neck, I almost jump in my seat. That can’t be…

“Is that a wolf?” I lean closer, my eyes locked on the animal resting on his neck.

“Really?” he barks. “That’s the first thing you say, and you want to know about my tattoo?”

I roll my eyes. “Is it?”

“Yeah,” he replies. “Got it years ago. When I was eighteen, I think.”

Without meaning to, I reach out to touch it. Sawyer’s skin pebbles under my fingers, and I once again feel his eyes on me. It feels intimate, more so than any time he’s been inside me. Which is weird, but also oddly… nice.

“Why a wolf?”

He shoots me a strained smile. “Because I wasn’t emo enough to get a fucking butterfly.” His words make me want to smile, but I don’t. I don’t know how to. It’s like I’ve forgotten how to use the muscles in my face.

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