Anger burns hot and fast inside me, crawling up my chest, but I force it back down because I’ve worked too hard to wreck everything over his mouth. Hockey comes first and my temper doesn’t get to ruin that.
I exhale, forcing calm into my voice. “I see you and Dad are bonding. Not surprised.”
His smirk falters for half a second, then returns.
“You can tell him I’m holding up my end of the deal,” I add, stepping closer. “And until then, he should get his money-hungry crazy b***h….well, stepmom, under control.”
At my words, Bryan charges and he stops inches from me, so close I can feel his breath fogging the space between us. I smirk and push my hair back, meeting his gaze firmly.
“You…” His lips tremble. “You should worry about your mum…oh, she’s f*****g dead.” His words drop like ston
