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My Hockey Alpha Chapter 112

Bad Romance

Nina

“Are you working for Edward? Huh?” Enzo snarled.

“What? N-No,” Justin said, squirming in Enzo’s tightening grip. Enzo had him pinned to the wall with a fistful of Justin’s shirt, and while he growled menacingly at Justin, onlookers began to murmur with worry and confusion.

“Enzo,” I said, reaching out and attempting to pry his fingers away from Justin’s shirt collar, “this isn’t like you. Let him go.”

Enzo snapped his head toward me. He glared at me for a long few moments, and I could see the hint of red peeking out through the soft brown of his eyes. He was angry, but there was also a hint of something else in his face. Jealousy. I felt my heart begin to race faster than it already was as our faces lingered closer to one another.

Finally, he tore his eyes away from me. “You’re a coward,” he said to Justin before finally releasing his grip on Justin’s shirt.

I looked over at Justin then, who had an expression on his face that I couldn’t quite read. It almost looked like a mixture of pleasure and confusion, as though the brainwashing Edward had performed on him made him crave Enzo’s fury, but there was another, more innocent, part of him that didn’t understand what was happening. “Come on,” Enzo said to me, putting his arm around my shoulders and guiding me away. “Get away from this guy.”

I followed Enzo for a few steps before stopping and shaking my head. “No, Enzo,” I said, taking a step back. “What’s gotten into you?”

“What’s gotten into me?” Enzo asked. He bent down so his face was closer to mine and lowered his voice in order to keep anyone else from overhearing. As he spoke, I could smell the leather on his jacket, and our closeness made me shiver. “What’s gotten into you that you would be so stupid as to eat breakfast with Justin knowing fully well that he’s one of Edward’s pawns?”

“By that logic,” I replied, feeling myself begin to fume as my hands curled up into fists at my sides while simultaneously being strangely attracted to Enzo’s sudden burst of territoriality, “you shouldn’t be talking to me, either, because Edward brainwashed me as well. For all you know, I could be working for him right now.”

Enzo and I glared into each other’s eyes for several long moments. His eyes burned with a mixture of desire and anger before he finally scoffed and pulled away. “Whatever,” he said, turning on his heel, “if you wanna be manipulated by Justin and get yourself into trouble again, then be my guest.”

turn around. I watched

with wide eyes. As I began to approach, however, he quickly walked away without another word, leaving me alone with the murmuring onlookers. By this point, I had completely lost my appetite… So I left as well and tried to push my pain and confusion down for long enough to go

…

my dorm with an aching feeling in my body and

sitting in the kitchen, speaking in hushed tones, when I walked in. They stopped almost as soon as I

set my bag down on the counter and

Jessica were silent for a moment before looking at each other,

She stood and walked over to me, then handed me her phone. I furrowed my brow as I took it from her, but

us. It was taken on the night that he fought Ronan in the woods. I ran out of frame at the very beginning, which was when I had run after the stalker, but the camera stayed focused on Enzo and showed him shifting and fighting Ronan. It was taken from a completely different angle

I said, my hands shaking as I looked back up at Jessica and Lori with wide

and shook her

it just doesn’t add up. If they wanted to out Enzo

want humans to figure out their identities just as much as the

you going?”

I said as I imagined him sitting at home, fuming over this when he was

made my way over to Enzo’s dorm. When I arrived outside his

for a third time,

swaying back and forth

you doing here?” he said, almost

around, I noticed that his apartment was in shambles, and there was another empty whiskey bottle lying on the floor by the couch. I sighed and walked over to it, picking it up and turning back

a bit of whiskey on his shirt. He held the bottle out

my head and folded my arms across my chest as I glared down at

another swig of whiskey. When he was finished, he looked up at me. “It’s