War With My Hockey Stepbrother
“The next time you looked at me like I had done this to you, you’d better be ready for what I would do in return.”
His voice was tight with anger, like he was barely holding back from yelling at me. So he was threatening me now, like I was the one at fault?
“Fine!” I bit out. “If you wanted war, I’d give it to you completely, Wade Scott.”
His eyes glinted, and his lip lifted. Something inside me ignited.
“War it is,” Wade muttered, an amused, sarcastic look on his face. “Let’s see how long we could hate each other living under the same roof.”