Babysitting the Beckham hockey brothers
No one had.
“Ace…”
“ANSWER ME!” I growled into her face and she shook, her eyes filling with tears. Useless tears.
“I… I didn’t, why would you care about what happens to the nerd?” She was shaking underneath my hold now, her words slow and careful, “we don’t… associate with the bitc—“
“Finish that sentence. I fucking dare you.” My hand went to her throat, squeezing.
Mackenzie paled, gasping as her long fingers dug into my hand. She could barely breathe. She clawed, trying to rip my hand away “Ace… please, I can’t…”
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