ZAYDEN Someone slapped my ass from behind. I turned around, irritated. It was Ronan. He winked at me, looking quite pleased with himself. “How was that, pretty boy?” I gritted my teeth hard, fighting the urge to put his smug face exactly where it belonged. Yes, be smug. Rejoice while it lasts. I will soon wipe it all off. He crossed his arms before his chest and stared at me, the corner of his lips turned up in a self-satisfied smirk. Then he leaned close to my ear. My brows furrowed, eyes narrowing in displeasure. I wasn't the only one frowning. Many others were equally eyeing him with suspicion. Whenever Ronan approached me, he was mostly up to no good. His reputation preceded him, and judging from the way a few teammates suddenly became very interested in their hockey sticks, they clearly expected trouble too. “Honey, didn't I tell you? Next time you need a winger, you should beg me. Instead of depending on some brat who can barely defend himself.” “You…” My head snapped
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