Fighting For More

Fighting For More
Susan Scott Shelley
Copyright 2017 Susan Scott Shelley
ISBN: 978-1-944220-27-3
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Thank You
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Susan's Books


CHAPTER ONE
THE BUFFALO BEDLAM arena was the most unfriendly rink in the league. The ice wasn't giving or forgiving. The fans were loyal and loudly voiced taunts for the opposing team. And, the Bedlam players were getting under Leo Brennan's skin. Knocking them into the boards and onto their asses throughout the game had been a pleasure.
Leo hopped over the boards and onto the ice. Clutching his stick, he joined the rush. The Sea Lions were down by four goals with ten minutes remaining in the game. His team needed a fire lit under them, and his job was to provide the spark.
Skate hard, hit harder, and, no matter what, make sure he was the last one standing.
They needed a win to close out the abysmal mid-February road trip. Then they could leave cold, snowy Buffalo and get back to warm, sunny Los Angeles and the Sea Lions fans, who loved the team through highs and lows and everything in between.
Cold air rushed over his face as he flew up the ice. Two Bedlam players chased the puck into the corner with two Sea Lions at their backs. The glass rattled as the players collided into the boards.
The puck shot out to center ice, and right onto Dylan Fraser's stick. The Bedlam's talented captain was responsible for three of his team's goals. No way in hell would Leo allow him another one. He adjusted course, gunning for Dylan, the blue jersey a target on a field of white. They were nearly matched in height, but he outweighed Dylan by a good thirty pounds.
Focused on the goalie, Dylan raised his stick for a slap shot.
Leo lowered his shoulder, braced his body, and slammed into Dylan's side. The captain fell like a domino.
Target eliminated.
Securing the puck, Leo skated in the opposite direction and fired the puck at the Bedlam goalie. The goalie skated forward, knocking the puck aside and then kept coming.
What the...
The whistle blew, and Leo turned to see why the play had been blown dead and why the crowd had grown silent.
Dylan lay unmoving at center ice, and the ref and linesmen were breaking up fights all around him. Bedlam players on the bench climbed onto the ice, as the trainer and doctor rushed to Dylan's side.
Mouth dropped open, Leo stared and skated closer. A blunt force slammed into his back, knocking him forward. The ice rushed up to meet him. Cursing, he turned his head. The goalie, Rod Fraser, loomed over him. Eyes heated, Rod ripped off his mask and dropped his gloves, and then his hands formed fists. "What the fuck? You fucking knocked out my brother."
Shit.
Leo pushed to standing.
Glaring, Rod charged, his fist flying forward. It caught Leo's jaw. Pain exploded, radiating as his teeth knocked together and his head snapped back.
Rod's fist came at him again. The right hook was as precise as one Leo would have thrown. Leo blocked him, countering with his own. Anger didn't flare, it couldn't, not with the concern for Dylan tightening his chest. He'd react the same as Rod if someone had hurt one of his brothers. Hell, he'd gotten into more fights than he could remember trying to protect Ryan.
Another jab caught his cheek.
Enough.
Leo barreled forward. "I gave you that first one. No more."
"You think so?" Rod came at him again.
Players flew in from every angle, a blur of Bedlam blue and Sea Lions white. A wall of white jerseys formed around Leo as his teammates pulled him away from the irate goalie and toward the Sea Lions bench.
Worried about Dylan, he searched through the throng of players scattered across the ice. Dylan still lay motionless. Was the man conscious? Could he move his limbs? Rod knelt beside his brother, face creased in concern. Emergency personnel crossed the rink, carrying a backboard.
Not a good sign. Not at all.
The deafening silence of the arena, the fans' harsh glares and anxious faces, magnified Leo's guilt. He stood by the bench and forced himself to watch the replay on the Jumbotron. His skates hadn't left the ice when he'd lunged at Dylan, and he hadn't struck Dylan in the head. The hit was legal. Clean. He didn't play dirty. Never had, and never would.
But seeing Dylan's helmet fly off his head mid-fall, and then Dylan's head hitting the ice, sickened his stomach. The helplessness and fear on Rod's face as he watched his brother clawed at Leo's heart. Again, Ryan came into his thoughts. That helplessness echoed what Leo had felt after finding his baby brother beaten up in a park after the previous year's Pride parade in Philly.
He shook his head to clear the memory. His teammates' words of comfort and the taps on his back in support seemed far away. He wouldn't be welcomed if he skated to Dylan's side to offer an apology. Words were weak anyway, they couldn't make up for what had happened. He knew that better than anyone. Still, he'd have to find Dylan's number somehow after the game, and try to express his regret.
Gaze glued to Dylan being wheeled off the ice, he