Chapter 165

Why can’t it be that simple? Because you’re stuck in a wheelchair,he thinks. Out in the center of the ice Dietrich skates up to Dante, says something low and mean that makes him move away. Because you’re not a hero, you’re not even whole, you can’t fight for your boy when you can’t even fucking walk.Dietrich follows Dante, says something else, something that makes Dante’s face redden, and didn’t Ryan say he’d hurt that fucker if he said another word to him? Didn’t he promise it to himself? Wheelchair or not—

“He’s dead,” he mutters to no one in particular. Becca glances warily at him, sees the hate shining in his eyes, and looks away. Wil Dietrich won’t have to worry about the competitions, he’s not going to get the chance to race—Ryan doesn’t know how yet, but he’s ending this today.

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