Are these Malditos idiotas even trying?

Another shot. Another goal. Another easy fucking win.

By this point, Maverick was convinced they were playing with a preschool little league from how badly these people were playing, it was like they weren't even trying to play the damn game...Then again, they could just be terrified of the Black Diamonds.

With his idiot half-brother's reckless behavior that matched his own and sent 2 of their men down for the count with one Body-check, Aiden's steeled expression that can haunt someone's nightmares, Andrew's speed that practically made him untouchable, and Roman's massive size that was similar to a rhino barreling towards you.

Yeah, he'd be scared too if he was on the opposing team.

Some of them weren't complete cowards, but not towards them, oh no, they wouldn't dare smack talk or do anything towards them. They had confidence when it came to their Goalie. You stuck out like a sore thumb, not only being the shortest of the group but for being a girl, he never did figure out what type of magic or money you had to use to get on their team but admittedly, he was glad you were here..most of the time. He liked you, and knows how to defend a goal with your life but at the same time, you piss him off cause you were always, ALWAYS the target of some form of bullying on the ice.

He's convinced you got picked on more times than Hesh has been sent to the penalty box and that's saying a damn lot. He sighed at that thought, having to pinch his temples at the thought that was starting to form a headache, and shook his head for a moment. The number of times he has to beat the fuck out those assholes for even looking at you the wrong way was almost, almost, too much for his liking...oh well, it helped take off some steam so, whatever.

Skating backward after Andrew had landed another goal, he looked behind his shoulder, giving himself that small reassurance that you were untouched and standing. You were. Good and yet there was a curl in his stomach that was practically telling him that it wasn't going to stay that way for long, why was he not surprised that he was right?

There was an unspoken rule between the members of the Black Diamonds, The goalie was important and no one should EVER fuck with the goalie, when you mess with them, you mess with everyone. So what do you think happened when one smartass tried to play innocent, purposely skating at full speed toward you, Body-checking you to the point you ended up sliding back into the barrier that separated you from the fans?

The person became one tooth less.

Instantly sent to the ground with a body slam hard enough to knock his helmet off, a hockey stick gone from guiding pucks to landing blow after blow until Roman and Aiden had to grab him by the arms and drag him off while Andrew helped you back on your feet.

"¡Intenta esa mierda otra vez y te desollaré delante de tu maldita perra de madre!" Maverick shouted at the fallen man and jerked his hands away from his teammates, looking at the opponent's remaining members with a glare that could kill a giant. " That goes for all of you Malditos idiotas that wanna try and fuck with my damn goalie! " He shouted, throwing the stick at the still unconscious man for an extra touch of salt in the wound before he took himself to the penalty box. No one dared touch him.

15 minutes he had to stay in the penalty box,10 for starting to fight, 5 for throwing the stick. Hesh skated up to the box and knocked his knuckle against the plexiglass, giving him a smirk, " ¿Te estás divirtiendo ahí dentro, hermanito?" He teased, earning a dirty look from Maverick as he crossed his arms and scoffed at him, " fuck off and play the damn game before I give myself more time hurtin' you next".