Aiden's POV

The crowd’s roar was still ringing in my ears when I slammed the locker room door shut behind me. My lip was split and throbbing, blood mixing with the sweat running down my neck. Another ugly win against the Toronto Thunder. Another night where I’d spent half the game wanting to kill Kane fucking Rivera.

I hated him. I hated the way he skated like the ice belonged to him. I hated his cocky grin, the tattoos that covered his chest and arms, and the way his body slammed into mine like he was trying to fuck me right there on the boards instead of checking me. Most...