Chapter 367: Eagles
*The ice is where I live. Everything else is just to get back to the ice. – Ashlyn*
Alyssa looked around the outside of the Conte Forum looking for the door her sister told her to use. How could it be her sister's sophomore year and this was the first game she was attending? Shaking her head as she walked a little further down the sidewalk, the giant eagle statue came into view, and she knew that she was close. She was late and she hated being late.
But then, her little brother came into view as he ran towards her. The smile on her face was genuine and only grew as her brother hugged her. He was eleven and already as tall as her. At five feet eight, she was not a short woman, add in her three-inch heels and she was just shy of six feet.
Wrapping her arms around his body, she squeezed him tight as he lifted her slightly off the ground. “Tony! Put me down!” she laughed as he sat her back on her feet.
“I’ve been working out with Ash.” He told her as he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards where their parents waited for them.
“Oh, yeah?” she asked as she looked at him.
Right now, he looked like a saint, but she knew that there was a devil underneath. His hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, much like their dad’s hair. Tony had his mother’s Italian coloring, but his father’s attitude. And his swagger.
With the leather biker jacket that he had begged their parents for, thick soled boots giving him a little extra height and a slight bulk from working the forge he did not look like he was eleven. She saw a girl, at least in high school, look in his direction and he winked at her.
“Seriously?” Alyssa chuckled.
“Dad says that it makes girls feel good when you wink at them.” He gave a slight shrug. “I don’t get it, but mom likes it when he does it. Karan likes it when Cookie winks at her. Birdie came with us.”
“Yeah?” She smiled at her little brother as she thought of the little girl that was only a few weeks older than him. As Birdie got older, her red hair became even more unruly, and it always looked like she and a bird’s nest on her head. When she was four, Michaela stepped in and told the girl’s parents that they had to start teaching her how to take care of her hair.
Maybe if Cookie’s mom and sister had survived COVID, it would not have taken so long to bring it under control. Although she had Gertie’s hair color, the hair she got from Cookie. Tight curls quickly became an uncontrollable afro if not properly maintained. As Alyssa was thinking about her brother’s best friend, the girl in question came into view.
Copper red hair contrasted with mocha skin and golden eyes with green flecks and a sassy attitude. She was a perfect mix of her parents. The DNA came from Cookie and Gertie, but the take no shit attitude was completely Karan.
Birdie was dressed much like the rest of the small crowd that was gathering outside the hockey rink. There were at least two dozen Devil’s Saints with their jackets and cuts. Thick denim and biker boots, long hair, tattoos and piercings. And an assortment of red and gold Boston College and red white and blue TEAM USA shirts and jerseys.
Meanwhile she was in three-inch pencil heels, a light pink fitted knee-length skirt and black silk turtleneck. All her tattoos and piercings were hidden under her clothes.
Alyssa was overdressed for a hockey game, and she knew it. She also knew that her mom would anticipate this and would show up prepared.
Eli, one of the club kids that she had grown up with, eyed her up and down and she blushed. He knew everyone of her tattoos and piercings. He had given her each one, including the one that she had not told her dad about yet. The one on her hip that had Eli in the shape of a heart.
She shivered as her cheeks turned pink under his obvious glare.
“We were about to send out a search crew.” Pagan teased his daughter lightly as she approached.
“Behave.” Shiloh warned her husband. “Look at her, she’s freezing out here.” She handed over the bag and kissed her daughter’s cheek. “He needs to hear it from you before he kills that boy.”
Alyssa nodded in understanding of her mother’s soft warning. It didn’t take long for her to find a bathroom and change into a very similar outfit to what everyone else was wearing, down to the biker boots and jersey with her last name on the back. She also found a brush and hair scrunchie in the bag. With her clothes carefully folded and placed in the bag on top of the red soled shoes, she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail with a few carefully placed curls around her face.
Her mother was right. She needed to come clean to her dad. But not tonight.
Tonight was about her sister.
Stepping out of the bathroom, Eli grabbed her and pulled her into him for a deep kiss. “Fuck, you looked hot.” He told her between kisses as she pulled his blonde hair out of its ponytail and ran her fingers through it.
“You look pretty good, yourself.”
“Mmmm. You wanna guess what’s going to look even hotter?”
“Your face between my legs?”
“I was going to say my cock in your pussy, but yeah, umm, that sounds pretty good to.”
Pagan cleared his throat and when Eli looked up, he nodded and then gave Alyssa one last light kiss before taking her bag and walking away. She took a deep breath and then turned around to face her dad. She expected to see a look of anger, the hurt was what undid her.
“I’m sorry, daddy.” She said quietly. “It just… kinda … happened.”
“I know.” He cupped her cheek and brushed the tear away with his thumb. “He told me. I kept hoping that you would tell me.”
She sniffled. “I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me.”
“Why would I be disappointed in you?”
“I always thought you wanted me to do more, better with my life.”
“Are you happy?” he asked, and she nodded. “Does he treat you right? Doesn’t hit you or anything like that?”
“He’s so good to me, daddy.” She smiled, even as he wiped away more tears. “He’s even been to some of my modeling jobs and he’s always telling people, *that’s my girl*.”
Pagan pulled her to him and held her tight. “That’s all I need for you. I need you to be happy and taken care of.”
She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed. “I love you, daddy.”
“I love you, too, Alyssa.” He kissed the top of her head. “Now, let’s go see your sister play.”
Nodding as he tucked her against his side, he guided them down to their reserved seats next to the glass. He met his wife’s eyes and smiled at her before nudging their oldest daughter towards her boyfriend.
Shiloh smiled at the two of them and when Pagan sat next to her, placing his arm along the top of her seat, she leaned into his warmth. The cold still bothered her, but not as much as it used to. Instead of her usual skirts and goth clothing, today she wore jeans and her daughter’s hockey jersey. Her husband wore the alternate jersey that their daughter competed in only eight months ago.
Soon enough, the lights lowered, and the opposing team was introduced. As their names were called, they each skated out to their blue line. The last one that was introduced was their captain, a senior who had also been the right winger of the US Women’s Olympic hockey team.
“And now, *your* Boston College Eagles!”
The crowd went crazy as the team skated out to their blue line. The next to last person was the team captain and then the noise around Pagan and Shiloh became so loud they almost did not hear the final name being announced.
“Olympic silver medalist, Boston College center, Ashlyn Goode!”
*Thank you for going on this journey with me. If you want more on the history of the Devil’s Saints, and the story behind Molly and all of his pretties, be on the look out for their story – **Molly’s Pretties**.*
