His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 21

ZANE’S POV

ZANE

Watching my car pull away from my house seconds before Ryans loud-ass voice echoed through the kitchen made something dark and violent twist in my chest, and I turned toward him with every intention of making him regret ever setting foot in my house without permission.

“Damn, Zane, I was searching for you all over this massive place Ryan said, grinning like he hadn’t just interrupted the most important thing that had happened to me in months, maybe years.

I didn’t think, didn’t hesitate, just lunged at him and grabbed him by his collar, shoving him back against the wall hard enough that his head cracked against the plaster and the grin dropped off his face instantly, replaced by fear that spread through his eyes as he’d just realized he might’ve fucked up.

“How dare you walk into my property without calling first, screaming my name like some kind of maniac?” I said, my voice low and dangerous in a way that made most people back off, but Ryan was too stupid or too shocked to do anything except grab at my hands uselessly.

“I’m so sorry, fuck, you’re going to kill me, are you doing this because of a girl? Damn, please-” He was rambling now, words tumbling out in a panic that might’ve been funny if I wasn’t so fucking angry.

“Zane, I think-” Hunter started from somewhere behind me, but I cut him off before he could finish whatever useless thing he was about to say.

“Don’t you dare,” I shot back without even looking at him, and from the corner of my eye I saw him raise his hands in surrender.

“I’ll be leaving.” Hunter said, and I heard his footsteps retreat toward the front door like he couldn’t get out fast enough, which was smart of him considering I was about two seconds away from putting my fist through Ryan’s face.

I shoved Ryan away from me hard enough that he stumbled, nearly falling on his ass, and I had to resist the urge to follow through and actually knock him down.

“Leave my damn house now,” I said, my voice cold and quiet in away that was somehow more threatening than yelling would’ve been.

Ryan pulled himself up, straightening his shirt with shaking hands, and glared at me with all the impotent rage of someone who knew they couldn’t do shit about what just happened. “Fuck I hate you.”

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