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My Hockey Alpha Chapter 126

Romeo and Juliet

Nina

My door swung open. Enzo’s eyes went wide as he looked at something behind me, and when I turned, my own eyes widened too. My mother was standing in the doorway, her nostrils flaring angrily and her eyes full of fiery fury, and she was holding a baseball bat. Before I could stop her, she rushed at me and then, for some reason, she put herself protectively between Enzo and I.

“I know who you are and why you’re here,” she snarled, her voice low and angry. “Get away from my daughter before I kill you.”

My mother pointed the baseball bat at Enzo, poised to strike. Meanwhile, he stood in front of her with his hands held up in surrender and a confused look on his face.

“Mom,” I pleaded, grabbing her arm. “It’s okay. This is just Enzo. He’s a friend of mine.”

“Bullshit,” she snarled, prodding him with the baseball bat and causing him to back up against the window. “I’m doing exactly what your father told me to do, kid. What more do you people want?”

“What?” Enzo said, confused. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mrs. Harper. I’m only here to talk to Nina.”

She swung it hard and fast toward Enzo with all of her strength, but he was too quick and dodged it, causing her to

impact, but then let out a yelp and rolled to the left as she almost hit him again. They began to circle the room like this, with my mother repeatedly

scuffle, I

are you doing this for? Enzo has nothing to do with his father!” I finally managed to grab the baseball bat and was somehow able to wrench it free from my mother’s shaking fists. By that point, Enzo was halfway out the window. His face was wrought with a mixture of confusion and regret as he climbed out the window and back down the tree to the motorcycle, but I was too preoccupied trying to pin my mother down and get her to calm down enough to explain

in a bear hug, pinning her arms down to her sides. I heard the sound of the motorcycle engine rev, and then heard it fade into the

ran out of my room and across the hall to Taylor’s room. I chased after her as she flung the door open — Taylor was already awake, but was still

my suitcase on the floor as my chest heaved from the anxiety of the whole situation, “you have to explain

Richard Rivers’ son, isn’t

“Yeah, but–”

He’s the reason why your brother

throwing his blanket off of his legs and clamoring out of bed. “What are you

shutting and zipping Taylor’s suitcase.

I ran after her. I followed her

I said as calmly as I would, trying to hide the fact that my voice

she said. “Richard will stop at nothing to get what he wants.