Zephyrius's POV
The player beneath me points a shaking finger across the ice. "Diego!" he gasps through his pain and cough out blood. "He told all of us to make your life hell on the ice during and after practice"
I smirk at his response, releasing his broken arm and standing up slowly. Of course it was Diego. The golden boy captain couldn't handle the competition, so he decided to play dirty.
I skate over to where Diego is standing, his face a mask of fake innocence as he was no longer barking orders at me and calling my father's name. Without warning, I grab his jersey and yank him close to myself.
"What the f**k is your problem?" I snarl in his face but Instead of answering, Diego reaches for something on his belt, it was some kind of alarm device and within seconds, the shrill soun
