บททั้งหมดของ Tainted ice: my stepbrother is my rival : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Travis "There's someone in coach's office." Sammy's brows were furrowed. I raised a brow. "So what?" He shrugged. "I don't know, man. I have a bad feeling about it. Have you heard anything at all, cause I heard that_" "Yo, cap." Another teammate called, cutting Sammy off. "The coach wants to see you in his office. Asap." "Sure." I called back, before glancing over at Sammy. "Wonder what he wants." A shrug was his only response, and so I made my way out of the noisy locker room. The season had only just begun, and so far we had had one disastrous game, but I knew we could turn it around. We were making it to the finals come hell or high water. The team was good, and there were a lot of solid players. We just lacked... Something. And I wasn't sure what that something was. Blowing out a breath, I raised my hand to knock on the door, but the door swung open before I could. I froze as my eyes met startling blue ones. The guy had tussled blonde hair, a jawline that could cut glass a

Travis "How was practice master Travis?" Mrs Johnson asked as I stepped into the house. She had been the housekeeper even before I was born and was the closest thing to a mother I had ever had since mine had disappeared when I was two. "The usual." I said, wiping an arm over my sweaty forehead.The rest of practice had been more brutal than usual following the new guy's display. I needed an ice cold shower, and a few hours to myself with just my game console and dog. "Lunch will be ready in a minute. Why don't you go_" The rest of her words were cut off by the sound of my dog barking. I raised a brow at her. "Did someone come around? I saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway."Her smile became brittle. "Uh, let's worry about that later. You must be famished and_"The dog barked again, and I grinned. "Whoever it is, mimi doesn't sound too pleased to see them." I turned to head upstairs and that's when I heard the sound of laughter followed by splashing. Someone was in the pool with

Hunter. Locating Travis hadn't been difficult. The entire team seemed to have an obsession with posting their every move on Instagram. A little stalking of Sammy's page and I found a blurry photo of them with their location tagged. I knew Travis didn't want me anywhere around him. I knew he hated me, and if I had any lick of sense, I'd stay far away from him. But then again, I enjoyed getting on that spoilt asshole's nerves. Guys like him had everything, they had been fed life on a silver spoon, and still insisted on acting like their life was so much harder than everyone else's. He had no idea how the rest of us had scraped for every morsel we got, while daddy gave him unlimited credit cards and a place on a big hockey team. But there was something else...Something about the way he had looked at me. Something I was loathe to admit. And that something was the reason why when I saw the brunette pressing up against Travis, I moved faster than I had ever moved on the ice. Before I

Hunter "I was open, why the hell didn't you pass to me?" I bit out for what had to be the millionth time. It didn't take a genius to realise what was happening, but I was annoyed to admit it had taken me a while to pinpoint the problem. But then again, it had never occurred to me that the team would be petty enough to risk their championship over a stupid sense of loyalty to Neal Matthews. Who by the way, deserved to be banned from ever touching a hockey stick again. The bastard had landed two fans in the emergency unit. He was a lose cannon by the look of things. It was only through the managing board's influence and a lot of money paid under the table that Neal wasn't sitting his erratic ass behind bars. Back to the present, it seemed my new teammates had decided to test my patience by acting like I was invincible. They had done their best to make sure I didn't come in contact with the puck since practice began hours ago. Rather than make a pass to me, they shot the puck wide.

Hunter There's a strange tension at dinner. As a matter of fact, there's always a strange tension when Travis and Michael are within ten feet of each other. I considered not coming for dinner at all after what I had put my body through during the brutal practice with Travis, but somehow, I found myself showering and shuffling downstairs while trying not to groan and whimper. Now, I was wishing I had just said fuck it to dinner. "You're in college?" My mother asked. "Yeah. I'm gonna graduate in two months time, I can't wait." Zahara said while peeking at Travis like she had done all night. Her presence at the dinner table had come as a surprise, and as I took her in again, I decided for the hundredth time that I didn't like our dinner guest. Apparently, she was the daughter of one of Mr. Moore's associates. I didn't need to be Einstein to know that they were being set up. Travis had shown more interest in his broccoli than her.That part I didn't understand. She seemed nice and