Made To Be Broken - The Boston Hawks Hockey Series

Chapter Two

Marcus’ POV

I lean back against the wall beside the pool table, my beer in one hand, the other curled around the smooth wood of the pool cue, as I trail my eyes over the women that are crammed into Aces tonight.

‘It’s your shot’ my friend and team mate, Ashton ‘The Devil’ Deneko, our Centre and Team Captain, tells me, drawing my attention back to the game we’re in the middle of.

Side stepping around him, I lean over, sliding the cue back and forth between my index finger and my thumb as I line up my shot.

A shirt silver dress sashays past the end of the table and my eyes flick up to the brunette who glances down at me.

I give her my signature smile, the one that never fails to get the women around here into my bed. Raising an eyebrow at me, her lips curl up into a smile as I wink before hitting the white without looking seconds before I hear the satisfactory thunk of my ball falling into the corner pocket.

Straightening up, I move around the table to line up my next shot, purposefully taking the route that leads me past her, my body brushing against her back in the small amount of space we have in the packed bar.

I smirk as her top teeth sink into her bottom lip, her deep brown eyes looking at me through her lashes.

‘Sorry’ I murmur in her ear as I ease around her.

The brunette bats her eyes at me, her finger going to her hair to curl the silky strands around it as she gives me a coy smile.

‘How about you buy me a drink, and we call it even?’ she purrs over the music, her hand falling to my arm.

‘Demo!’ Ashton growls, ‘it’s your f.ucking shot, I don’t want to be standing here all f.ucking night, people are waiting for the damn table.’

Rolling my eyes, I give the woman another panty melting smile. ‘I’ve got to finish my game’ I tell her, keeping my voice deep, having been told more than once that women like it. ‘He gets cranky if I bail on him to early in the night.’ Leaning closer, my lips are millimetres from the shell of her ear as I add, ‘how about I come find you later? Maybe we could bring in the New Year a little more privately?’

The woman’s smile widens as she nods, trailing her fingers down my arm before releasing me.

‘I look forward to it’ she replies, ‘don’t forget me.’

I take my time running my gaze down and then back up her body before shaking my head slowly, ‘as if I could gorgeous’ I reply.

Turning on her heel, she wiggles her fingers at me over her shoulder, before walking away from me, an extra swing in her hips that I am more than happy to watch until she gets swallowed up by the crowd.

‘Can you not keep it in your pants for even one game?’ my friend’s annoyed voice growls out behind me seconds before a palm clips the back of my head.

Rubbing it, I turn my gaze back to my friend who gives me a s.hit eating grin as he half bows, waving a hand toward the table.

‘This is our third game’ I point out, getting a growl of annoyance in return, I get it, he’s a single dad and it’s rare that he gets to go out. It’s only because his mum forced him to let his six year old daughter, Beth stay over for the night so he could actually see the new year in properly, which is why we are here.

I easily clear the last four balls before sinking the black before standing up and flipping my captain off.

‘Annnnnnd! The next round is on you’ I crow, ‘I’ll take a double top shelf whisky, I’m sure the boys will want the same.’

Grumbling about being hustled, my teammate throws his cue onto the velvet top before stalking toward the bar, his hands stuffed in his pockets. Handing my own cue to the eagerly waiting frat boys who were hovering nearby, I follow Kane, weaving through the throng and taking a right, heading toward the booth that is full with more of my teammates who cheer loudly as I walk up.

‘Did you win?’ my fellow Enforcer, Kane ‘The Grim Reaper’ Grimfield asks hopefully.

‘What do you think?’ I boast, laughing as the group cheers louder, raising their beers toward me.

‘Yes! Whisky always tastes better when it’s paid for by money that comes out of the captain’s pocket’ Dalton ‘The Saint’ Sinclair, our defenceman yells, grinning widely as Ashton appears beside me with a tray of shots, glowering at me as he lowers them to the scratched table of the booth.

‘Cheers Cap’ Kane calls out as everyone grabs a glass, raising it toward him.

‘F.uck you all’ Ashton mutters, grabbing his own glass and throwing back the liquor and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘I’m out!’ he adds as he places the glass back on the tray and starts digging in his pocket for his cell.

‘What? No! Come on Devil!’ Grim and Saint protest, the other players joining in when Ashton waves them off.

‘It’s barely ten man!’ our Keeper, Ethan Mathers, our goalie, who is lovingly dubbed, ‘The Tank’ by the crowd as he fills every last inch of the damn goal he’s so f.ucking huge, complains, ‘You can’t f.ucking bail at ten on New Years Eve! The best p***y doesn’t arrive for at least another half hour!.’

Ashton shakes his head, holding up a hand in farewell before turning away and pushing his way toward the door, his steps followed by boos and heckles from our teammates.

As the crowd parts before him, which isn’t surprising with the muscle on our Centre, I get a clear view of the door to the bar, which swings open just before the captain reaches it and a woman with honey coloured hair stumbles inside. Her wrap around red dress that moulds to her body like a second skin, and killer silver heels that look like they cost more than my mortgage p*****t, screams that she shouldn’t be in here.

Righting herself, she glances around quickly before stepping out of the way when a group of rowdy college kids no doubt with fake ID’s, not that the oner gives a s.hit, jostle into her, one almost spilling his pint down that sexy as sin dress.

The culprit turns toward her, leering at her breasts that are pushed up enticingly as he makes a grab for her arm, and I’m not sure if he’s trying to give her a drunken apology or grope her.

Something inside of me snarls angrily as I glare at the little punk who has a vice like grip on her arm, but before I can register the emotion, Miss Trust Fund Baby smiles up at him sweetly before moving her hand and grabbing his balls tightly.

I wince as the kids face morphs into one of pain, standing stock still as Miss Trust Fund whispers to him, continuing to smile until he slowly removes his fingers from her skin. Once she’s free, she releases the kids’ package and steps around him, disappearing into the crowd.

I shake my head, taking a sip of the drink that is still in my hand, staring at where the mystery woman just disappeared.

‘You OK Demo?’ Kane calls out from behind me, drawing my attention back to the group who are all downing their shots.

‘What? Yeah, I’m good’ I reply, pushing the woman out of my head, obviously she doesn’t need saving no matter how privileged she looks, which is good because I don’t do emotions, but damn if she wasn’t intriguing.