“You’ll regret it.” I hold his gaze, ready to do anything to take him down. “If you don’t want anyone to see a picture of you with just a hockey glove on your dick, you’ll back off and leave her alone. If not, I’ll make sure you pay for it.” “We will make sure you pay for it,” Benson corrects me, and at this very moment I know he’ll be my friend. A real one. Not just a teammate.
