My Hockey Alpha novel Chapter 41

Enzo

I was just sitting down to watch a movie and drown my sorrows in a bowl of popcorn when my door suddenly burst open.

“What the fuck?!” I shouted, jumping up from my couch and spilling popcorn everywhere.

My eyes widened as I saw Luke come in, his skull exposed, carrying a limp Nina in his arms. He ran over to the couch and shoved me out of the way, laying her down while I stood there in complete shock.

“What did you do?!” I said.

“I saved her from getting sexually assaulted,” Luke said, stepping away so I could crouch down to Nina and feel her forehead. She was clammy and delirious, mumbling nonsense under her breath.

“Who did this and where is the fucker?” I growled, looking up at Luke, who was covering his skull again.

“Some asshole from the club,” he replied, sounding just as angry as I was. “Don’t worry. I got him in the back of my car. Well, not my car, technically. A car that just happened to be unlocked with the keys inside.”

He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket and jingled them.

I stood and rubbed my forehead with my hand, sighing. “You can’t just steal cars,” I replied. “But… Thank you. Can you get him somewhere secluded? I won’t let some asshole who drugs girls, especially Nina, walk around as a free man.”

Luke nodded and walked back toward the door, taking one last glance over his shoulder at Nina before pulling his hood up and darting out of my apartment.

“Ugh…” Nina groaned, holding her stomach like she was about to puke. I cursed under my breath and ran over to the kitchen to grab a trash bag, but by the time I returned it was too late. She had already vomited all over herself, my couch, and the floor.

“Shit…” I whispered, turning her on her side in case she puked again and running for a damp towel to clean up the mess. When I returned, she was fast asleep again.

I wiped up the mess, holding my nose, then decided that I couldn’t let Nina just lay there with crusted vomit all over her and gently slid her shirt off over her head. I wiped her down with a clean, wet towel and soap and then put one of my shirts on her.

Under any other circumstances, I would’ve found her to be incredibly cute in one of my shirts. She was so small that it was like a dress on her, and I was able to remove her dirty skirt as well without violating her privacy any further than it already had been tonight and tossed her clothes, along with the vomit-covered towels, straight into the washing machine.