Crossing the Line

RONAN'S POV

The locker room was buzzing with energy when I entered, but as soon as I stepped in, all eyes turned toward me. A couple of the guys shot glances at my hand, the one that was supposedly still injured. I could feel their curiosity, their questions hanging in the air, waiting to be voiced.

“How’s the hand, Ronan?” one of the forwards asked, slinging his bag onto the bench.

“I’m fucking f