Diego's POV
That bastard was a dangerous prick!
I slammed my fist against the locker room wall, the metal denting under the force. The sting in my knuckles was nothing compared to the rage burning through my veins. Who the f**k did Zephyrius think he was, waltzing into my territory and acting like he owned the place?
No... I was supposed to be the one controlling this team, calling the shots. I'd worked my ass off for three years to get where I was, and some pretty boy with midnight hair wasn't going to waltz in and take it all away.
I'd spent hours last night searching every corner of the goddamn internet, trying to find something…. anything about this Zephyrius guy. But it was like he didn't exist. No social media, no hockey stats, no family information. Nothing. That alone should ha
