"You still think you’re the main character in your own story, don’t you, Mercer? That’s cute. You were written out the moment you let me inside you. You don’t exist without me now. And you love it." Kade Mercer an unstoppable force on the ice, destined for the NHL. One reckless mistake, one desperate night, and it was all over. The trap was set long before he even stepped onto the ice. Nikolai Volkov, mafia kingpin and team owner, orchestrated it all—the seduction, the scandal, the blackmail. Now, Kade isn’t just owned. He’s trapped. He still plays. He still wins. But only when they let him. Throw a game. Obey. Or lose everything. But the real hell doesn’t come from Nikolai. It comes from his son, Rook Volkov. Golden boy of a rival team. Hockey’s rising star. Kade’s worst enemy. He’s spent years fighting Kade, hating him, wanting him. Now? He owns him. Rook doesn’t destroy Kade’s career—he controls it. His flights. His bank accounts. His entire life. And when Kade resists? Rook makes him pay. First, he makes him beg. Then, he makes him like it. Every punishment, every violation, every humiliating submission forces Kade deeper into the world Rook has carved out for him. A world where the line between rivalry and ownership has been erased. A world where Kade can fight all he wants—but he’ll never escape. Because Rook isn’t keeping him prisoner.
View MoreRook POVKade barely acknowledges it, he simply picks up another spike.The fifth one goes in just as smoothly, and by the time he presses the final spike under the last fingernail, the guy is barely even screaming anymore.His throat is shredded, his sobs ragged, his body completely limp except for the occasional twitch of his fingers.Kade steps back slightly, inspecting his work, the six wooden spikes now buried deep under the guy’s nails. The man is barely making noise anymore, his throat shredded from screaming, his body trembling violently. His fingers twitch involuntarily, his mind and nerves still trying to process the agony.Kade watches him for a moment before exhaling slowly. He rolls his shoulders like this is just another task to check off a list. Then, with that same cold detachment, he mutters,“Now let’s see how deep that burns.”I feel something twist in my gut, not because I pity the guy. He deserved this, maybe even
Rook POVThe guy in the chair watches Kade, and I can still see some of that smug confidence lingering, like he actually thinks the rules are going to protect him from what’s coming.Then, the call connects.My dad answers. “Yeah?”Kade doesn’t hesitate. “Got an issue,” he mutters, his tone calm. “This guy here seems to think I need your permission to touch him just because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.”There’s a brief pause before my dad sighs. “Who?”Kade doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he shifts in his chair, turns the phone, and tilts the screen so my father can see the guy’s face.My dad studies him for a moment before letting out a sharp breath. “Jesus Christ,” he mutters. “How the hell did you end up tied to a chair with my son’s husband ready to hurt you?”The guy’s breath stutters as his body locks up, then his eyes flick to me. He really looks at me for the first time, and I see it hit him all at once.
Rook POVI’m pissed. No, I’m more than pissed. Kade has me pinned to the chair, one hand firm against my chest while his other casually scrolls through his phone like nothing is fucking happening.Meanwhile, the guy? He’s still standing at the bar, smirking, like he didn’t just say the dumbest shit of his life.“Let me go,” I snap.“No,” Kade mutters, not even looking up. “Because I don’t trust you.”I laugh, it’s sharp and humorless. “You don’t trust me? You’re over here playing it fucking calm on your phone while I’m stuck in this chair when I could be over there putting my fist through his mouth.”Kade finally does look at me, and the moment his eyes meet mine, my whole body goes cold.There’s something calculated in them, something sharp and fucking lethal. I pause, my anger still simmering, but suddenly it doesn’t feel so fucking urgent.Kade tilts his head slightly, watching me.I huff out a breath
Kade POVI swallow hard, my fingers drumming against the table. “Today, seeing Harlow talking about her routine, about what she does every morning, made me realize something.” I shake my head, the weight of it sinking in. “I’m never fucking home. And I hate it.”Rook watches me, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, finally, he nods. “Then don’t let it happen again.”I let out a sharp breath, nodding back.Rook exhales, running a hand through his hair before leaning back with a smirk. “Good. That’s one fucking issue solved.”I raise a brow. “Yeah?”“Yeah,” he nods. “Now can we fix the issue of you sitting on the opposite side of the fucking table?” He tilts his head. “Or is this some weird power move I’m not getting?”I chuckle, shaking my head before pushing up from my seat. “Fine, princess.”Rook rolls his eyes, muttering under his breath as I move around to sit beside him.“See?” I smirk, leaning back against the chair. “Nice and close now. Happy?”Rook scoffs. “I guess,” h
Kade POVI sigh, rubbing my hands over my face. “I don’t want to lose you over this.”“You’re not,” Rook says immediately. “This isn’t about us, Kade. This is about the fact that my entire life, I was meant to do something I was never actually going to get.” He shrugs. “And honestly? I don’t even know if I give a shit about that anymore.”Sitting here, I study his face, trying to see if he’s lying.Rook exhales sharply, shaking his head. “I’ve had enough of arguing over this, Kade.” His voice is firm, but not angry anymore. Just done. “I didn’t want it. I still don’t want it. Yeah, I was pissed, yeah, I felt fucking betrayed, but only because no one had the guts to tell me the plan.” He tilts his head slightly. “But the actual title? I couldn’t care less.”Staring at him, I wait for something else, something deeper that he’s not saying, but I don’t see it. He’s telling the fucking truth.I shake my head. “I don’t know if I can do this.”Rook scoffs. “You already are.”I run a hand dow
Kade POVI got distracted, which is a fucked-up excuse.Not once have I ever told Harlow I’d do something and then not shown up. The plan was simple, tell Nikolai I was done, come back home. That didn’t happen instead… fuck knows.She seems fine now, but it doesn’t take much to see the new doll in her hands, the one Rook obviously bribed her with. It shouldn’t have come to that. I shouldn’t have let it come to that.“You okay?” Rose asks, watching me closely.I nod, even though it’s a fucking lie. She doesn’t push, just sits down as Harlow walks over and hands her a tiny cup like she’s running her own restaurant.“We need to talk.” Rook’s voice comes from behind me, sharp and to the point.I nod, standing and pulling Harlow in for a quick hug before following him.“Not here,” he mutters, already walking toward the door.Great. If he won’t say it here, it means I’m about to get my ass handed to me. I follow him outside, slipping into the passenger seat as he starts the car. He doesn’t
Rook POV “That’s not the point,” I mutter. “The point is, you talked about replacing me without even telling me first.”He sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. “This isn’t as simple as me deciding to give it to Kade.”I frown, narrowing my eyes. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”“It means people talk, Rook.” He leans forward now, resting his arms on the desk. “And they’ve been saying for a while now that you’re not ready to take over.”A sharp sting of anger flares in my chest. “So that’s it, then? I’m just out because they say I am?”“This wasn’t done out of malice,” he says firmly. “This wasn’t some fucking betrayal, Rook. It’s just… sometimes, it isn’t about handing the title to the son.”I shake my head, scoffing. “That’s exactly what it’s about. That’s how it’s always been.”“No,” he corrects, shaking his head. “It’s not.” He sits back, his expression unreadable. “Your grandfather, he wasn’t born into this, Rook.”I blink, caught off guard by the sudden change in topic.
Rook POVHe stands still, his breathing hard, his hand still buried in his hair as he stares at the floor like he’s trying to keep himself from exploding.Good, because I don’t give a shit how frustrated he is right now.“She cried, Kade,” I say again, my voice quieter but still sharp. “She cried because you said you’d be back soon and then just… fucking disappeared.”Kade’s jaw clenches, his nostrils flaring as he finally looks at me. “I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.”I let out a humorless laugh. “That doesn’t matter.”“I know,” he snaps, his voice rough, like the guilt is already eating him alive. “I know, Rook.”“Do you?” I take another step toward him, shaking my head. “Because I don’t think you do. I don’t think you get how fucked up it is to sit there and promise her something and then let her down like that.”Kade doesn’t respond, his jaw locked so tight I’m surprised his teeth don’t fucking crack.I scoff, running a hand over my face. “You don’t get it,” I mutter. “Y
Rook POVI wake up to the quiet hum of the house, the kind that tells me I’ve slept too long. My head still feels heavy from last night, but at least the pounding from earlier is gone.Pushing myself up, I run a hand through my hair before dragging myself out of bed and heading downstairs.I expect to hear Harlow’s excited footsteps the second she sees me. Expect her to come running, throwing herself into my arms like she always does.But she doesn’t, instead, she’s sitting on the floor, arms crossed, her little face twisted into a deep sulk.I frown, stepping closer and crouching down beside her. “Princess?”She doesn’t look at me.I shift slightly, lowering my voice. “I’m sorry I missed our tea party.”She shrugs, but it’s small, her arms tightening around herself before she wipes away a tear.My stomach twists. “Hey,” I say gently. “What’s wrong?”Before she can answer, Rose steps in, grabbing my arm and pulling me up and away from Harlow.I frown, but she doesn’t let go.“It’s not
Kade POVThe bass from the music vibrates through the floor beneath my feet, the heat of so many bodies pressing into me from every direction. The club is electric, alive with the high that comes after a championship win. Most of the noise is coming from people who are shouting, then there's drinks getting spilt, as I walk through hands grab at me, pulling me deeper into the chaos.I should be celebrating. I should be drunk off my ass, soaking up the attention, riding this high for as long as it lasts, but instead, I can’t stop looking up. Sure I'm drunk, but not enough, yet.“Mercer!”A hard slap lands between my shoulder blades, making me stumble forward. Turning, I see Tyler grinning at me, his blond hair damp with sweat, his eyes already glazed over from too many shots. He's wasted already.“Come on, man! We fucking won! You should be wasted by now,” he shouts over the music, shaking his drink at me like I’m supposed to grab it.Forcing a smirk, I look at him. “I’m working on it...
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