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Ryans dad is a MASSIVE ASSHOLE

I will NOT be reading book 2

“Tate, are you crying?”
“No,” I practically sob. Don’t fucking get it, though. I’m not hurt. Maybe some of that irrational terror I always feel now—that something will happen to Ryan—is there. Which, by the way, is about to become completely unmanageable now that I’m in love with him.
“Do you know what brought it on?”
“I … I think it was being here with you.”
“Me?”
“Fuck, I love you so damn much, Ryan.”

~ Adorable

Griff cool af, taking Clarence's gun <3

Being with Tate hurts, but being without Tate would be like breathing in a room devoid of oxygen.

~ Tate is pissing me off, treat my boy how he deserves to be treated

“I don’t think I know what I want,” I admit. “Fuck, I can’t be thinking about this shit anyway. Those factors do exist, and what I want doesn’t matter. So long as I need to protect Griff, hockey will have to come second.”

~ I'm not crying, I'm crying

Ryan signs.
It’s done.
I rip his clothes off and viciously fuck him over the bar top, no mercy, till he comes.

~ Oh... my bad, imma go somewhere else ig, I don't wanna intrude

Fuck. Where am I? I’m not even paying attention. I take Ryan’s strong left hand in mine and slide the ring onto his finger. “I fucking take you as my husband, dollface.”
Ryan smiles.
“D’aww,” the other-other one says. “There it is again.” Hmmm. He might be growing on me.

~ They're lowkey so cute

Holy shit, his uncle 1984'd him with the rats, I'm gonna be sick

Yeah, I’m so going to end up in a glass case next to Pearl, but I’d better always outrank that bitch.

~ I'm glad he's finding humour in this still

“And we can trust your brother?” I have to push aside what the word brother conjures in me. My brother was my best friend, but I don’t know if that’s still true.
“I’d trust him with your life.”

~ Idk if I trust Like like that but okay

Kane bolts from outta nowhere, skating hard toward him, shoulder-to-shoulder, slamming him into the boards.
Something in my memory sparks, but before I can grab at it, Rowan goes down hard, his right knee buckles, and Kane’s large ass topples on top of him.

~ I ADORE YOU KANE, genuinely got me giggling and kicking my feet

You cannot fall for Tate VanCourt, Ryan.

~ I'm sorry, can we check the progress real quick!??!

“Make sure he finds his way to my seats,” I say, rubbing a hand over the now tender spot where he pushed me. If I’m lucky, I might have a bruise.
If I’m extra lucky, I leave here with a husband.

~ Kys, let him play

Juts had to write a fic real quick <3

I've never been so mad in my entire life

“Looks like I spoke too soon about him behaving,” a low voice growls beside me. “He’s gonna get it when I have him alone. I heard him moaning in his sleep last night. Was hot. Maybe I’ll bend him over, make him⁠—”
I see fucking red.
And then red sprays across the ice.

~ I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM, LET ME AT HIM! ISTFG, CAN TRAV OR WHOEVER PLEASE FUCKING SAVE THE DAY I'M GETTING SO FUCKING UPSET

Fuck, Griff's attempt is actually making me cry. Hate Ryan an Tate's first encounter, but I love Griff