I Kissed My BestFriend’s Brother. Now What?
“What we should be thinking of right now, is a solution. We have to think fast. If it's a war they want, we should definitely give it to them.”
Mr. Vuk chuckled at my outburst. “I can’t blame you since you lost every skill of yours along with your memories, but son, the mafia world doesn’t work the way Hockey does.” He then went ahead to take out a gun from the same drawer he brought out Gael’s photos from. “Do you still remember how to use a gun?”
I shook my head, annoyance warming up in my chest. “I never want to use a gun again. I never want to kill people again, not after five fucking years. I’m a hockey player, not a killer.”