Kade POVRook walks off with Louise, and I can hear him muttering about the wedding.I stand by what I think. He doesn’t actually care. He only cares because it annoys me.“Kade,” Amelia whispers, pulling my attention back to her.“I said I wouldn’t shout, and I won’t,” I reassure her, motioning toward the chairs.She moves first, sitting down carefully, and I follow, taking the seat opposite.“How have you been, really?” I ask, watching her closely. “Now that I can see your face, tell me the truth.”There’s hesitation in her eyes. She’s lied.“Why wouldn’t you just say on the phone?” I push. “Rather than keep saying you were fine?”“I wanted to do it alone,” she whispers.I laugh, shaking my head. “Amelia, you didn’t. Nikolai ensured you got the job. He was the one who told the guy t
Kade POVSilence lingers for a moment before I exhale, rubbing the back of my neck. “Alright, so what’s your plan?”Amelia hesitates, looking down at her hands. “I don’t know,” she admits. “If I go home, I have to work because I have nowhere else to stay. If I try to go to college, Mom won’t let me live there, and I don’t have the money to pay for a place on my own. So I have to keep working, save up, and maybe in a year or two, I can actually go back.”I frown, leaning back in my chair. “So that’s it? You’re going to waste years just trying to get into college instead of actually going?”She lets out a humorless laugh. “What else am I supposed to do, Kade? It’s not like I have options.”I stare at her for a moment before making a decision. “If you’re serious about college, and you’ll actually stick to it, I have a solution.&rdquo
Rook POVGetting married without Louise and Amelia didn’t feel right. No matter how much Kade acted like it didn’t matter, I knew it did. So yeah, I snuck Louise out without his mothers approval. And yeah, I didn’t warn him.He’ll get over it.I also knew he was worried about Amelia. Every time she said she’s fine or she’s happy over the phone, he knew it was bullshit. People can lie easily when they don’t have to be seen, and Amelia? She’s stubborn as hell, just like Kade.She’d never admit she needed help. I figured the only way to make her accept it was to get her in front of Kade, let him see for himself. Once she was here, she didn’t stand a chance at hiding the truth.Harlow grins up at me from where she’s perched in my lap, her tiny hands reaching for the tie on my hoodie. She tugs at it with surprising strength, and I watch as she works to pull it completely
Rook POV“But… you have Harlow. She’s not eighteen,” Louise argues, crossing her arms as she stares Kade down.“That’s different,” Kade sighs, clearly running low on patience. “Amelia didn’t want her and signed away her rights.”“So, can’t Amelia just tell them I want to stay there and make Mom agree?”Kade groans, rubbing his hands over his face. Louise is relentless, and I kind of love it.“No,” he mutters. “Amelia isn’t old enough to be your guardian. The courts wouldn’t allow it.”She frowns. “But you can.”Dad chuckles from across the room, watching as Kade slowly loses his shit.“No, I can’t,” Kade snaps.“Why?” Louise pushes. “You have Harlow, why not me?”Kade doesn’t answer, because the only thing he can say is that it’s differ
Kade POVI stare at the suit, the one Rook fucking picked.I told him I would do it, that I could pick my own damn wedding suit, but apparently, I don’t know enough about weddings to be trusted with such an important task. So, he picked it.It’s fine. More than fine. It’s not something ridiculous like I half expected him to try and make me wear. It’s exactly what I would have chosen myself. But that’s not the problem.It’s his choice. His doing.“Are you having second thoughts?”Louise’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I turn to find her watching me carefully.“What? No. Why the hell would you think that?” I laugh, but it comes out forced.She raises an eyebrow. “Because it was an hour ago that I came in here and you were sitting in the exact same spot staring at that suit. And now I’m back, and you still haven’t put it on.”An
Kade POVThe hockey world dominates one side. Coaches, team executives, top NHL officials. Teammates from both our teams, some grinning like they’re witnessing the greatest inside joke in history, others watching with curiosity. The media is present, though limited, their cameras positioned to capture every moment without getting in the way.Then there’s the other side of the room.Rook’s world.His father’s men, high-ranking associates, powerful business partners. Some of them are older, men who have stood beside Nikolai for years. Others are younger, likely the next in line for leadership in their own organizations. They aren’t here for the spectacle. They’re here because this means something. Because this isn’t just a wedding, it’s an acknowledgment.Nikolai Volkov is making a statement today, ensuring that everyone in this room, and everyone watching from a distance, knows exactly where his son st
Rook POVThe cheers still echo around us, but I barely hear them. All I can focus on is Kade, his breath against mine, the way his fingers tighten on my waist, like he’s still trying to process the fact that this just happened. That he’s stuck with me forever. Poor bastard.Leaning in, I smirk against his lips. “So, Mercer, you gonna cry now, or wait till later when it really hits?”His grip tightens slightly, eyes narrowing. “You’re an asshole, Volkov.”“Technically, we share a last name now,” I correct, grinning wider. “So, does that mean you’re Mercer-Volkov or am I Volkov-Mercer? Or do we just both stick to our own?”“You’re still just Volkov.”“Good, I like my name,” I say smugly. “It suits me. But you, Mercer… you could use a little rebranding. Maybe Volkov suits you better?”Kade groans, shoving me back sligh
Rook POVThe moment we step further in, Wes is the first to spot us, raising his drink with a loud whistle. “Well, look who finally showed up! About damn time you locked him down, Volkov!”Smirking, I steer Kade toward them. “Please, Mercer’s been obsessed with me for years. He just wouldn’t admit it.”Kade groans beside me, and Liam claps him on the back. “For real, congrats, man. Can’t believe you’re stuck with this asshole for life, though.”“You and me both,” Kade mutters, though his grip on me doesn’t loosen.Liam shakes his head. “Seriously though, good game the other night. You got lucky.”“Nothing lucky about it.” Kade scoffs.Wes grins. “Yeah? Because from where I was sitting, you looked desperate.”Before Kade can fire back, my father’s voice cuts through the space.“Rook.”
Kade POVFinally, he exhales, looking out toward the lake. “I used to imagine what it’d be like if we weren’t always fighting, you know?”I stay silent, letting him keep going.“If we weren’t always trying to one-up each other on the ice, or arguing over who was the bigger dumbass in the relationship,” he continues. “What it’d be like to just… exist together. Without all the extra shit.”I take a step closer. “And?”He shrugs, eyes flicking back to mine. “I think I’d like it.”I grin because that’s as close to a confession as I’m going to get from him.Rook sighs, shaking his head. “You’re so fucking smug right now, aren’t you?”“A little.”He huffs but doesn’t push me away when I grab his wrist and pull him closer. The lanterns glow softly around us, the lake stretching o
Kade POVSitting here, I watch Rook, really watch him, and I can see it. The way his fingers tighten slightly around his glass, the way his jaw tenses just a little too much. He’s worried.I get it. This is a shift neither of us expected. I didn’t even expect it. But the more I think about it, the more I know this is what needs to happen.Sure, I love hockey, and I always will, but it takes time away from work, which then takes time away from Rook. If I have to choose, I’ll take him every time, and maybe that’s the biggest difference.For years, I didn’t think I had a choice. Hockey was survival. Work was control. Everything else was just existing between the cracks. Rook just existed between the cracks. Now, I can choose, and I want to I choose him.Leaning forward, I rest my arms on the table, waiting until his eyes flick back to mine. “I’m not saying I won’t play again, Rook. I’m saying I wan
Rook POVI swallow, gripping the edge of the table. “So, what? You’re just done with it?” I need to know, I need to try and understand his reasoning behind this. It's not a small change, it's big. It's not simply cutting back how much he plays and trains, it's stopping, entirely. I can't just, accept that, not without knowing that he's sure. Totally sure.“I don’t know.” His voice is quieter now, like even he doesn’t have a clear answer. “I just know that for the first time in my life, I have a choice.”A choice, that's what this is all about, this isn’t just about hockey at all, this is about everything. About him finally feeling like he’s not fighting for every single thing in his life. I don’t know if I should be proud of him for realizing that… or fucking terrified of what it means for us.I shake my head, trying to process this. “How do you suddenly go from loving ho
Rook POVMaybe this trip really is what we needed and maybe, for once, we can actually just be.Dinner is easy. The kind of normal we don’t usually get. We order, we eat, and we talk. Actually talk, without me feeling like I have to pry every word out of him.At some point, the conversation shifts to hockey. It’s familiar territory, something we’ve always been able to talk about no matter how much shit was going on.Kade twirls the last bite of pasta on his fork, glancing up at me. “So, how pissed were you when I didn’t show up for the game?”I scoff. “How pissed? I was fucking livid. Thought about hunting your ass down and dragging you onto the ice myself.”He smirks. “Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve manhandled me.”Rolling my eyes, I groan. “Don’t try and turn this into something else. You left me to deal with a fucking rookie.”Kade c
Rook POVThe villa is fucking ridiculous. The kind of place you see in movies, huge windows that overlook the lake, open spaces, marble floors that I know I’m going to hate walking on in the morning when they’re cold as hell.Kade steps inside first, rolling his shoulders like he’s preparing himself for something, but I ignore it, walking straight past him and toward the bedroom. “Come on, we’re going out.”He groans behind me. “We just got here.”“And?” I glance over my shoulder, smirking. “Did you think I was going to let you sit inside and mope?”He mutters something under his breath, but I don’t wait for him, grabbing my bag and pulling out fresh clothes. By the time I’m dressed, Kade has finally dragged his ass to change too, standing in front of the mirror adjusting his shirt.He looks good. Annoyingly good. Like he belongs in this kind
Kade POV“If I handle my shit, me, not you, because it’s me fucking things up, then we come back to the conversation in six months.”He groans. “Six months?”“You’re acting like it’s years.”He nods quickly. “In Rook time, that is years.”“Rook time? What are you now, a fucking dog?” I laugh, and he nods without hesitation.“If it works for them, it works for me!”“You’re delusional. Do you agree or not?” I look at him, waiting.Chewing his lip, he tilts his head before finally nodding. “Deal. Six months, and we get a kid.”“No, that is not what I fucking said.” I glare at him.“Would you even know if I did it without you?” He smirks.I glare harder. “The screaming baby when I came home would be proof you had. Six months, and we talk.”His grin widens, but at least he doesn’t argue. Instead, he stretches out in his seat, looking far too pleased with himself.I narrow my eyes. “You’re not going
Kade POVThe sound of Rook pulls me from my sleep. Groaning, I try to get more comfortable.“Kade,” he whispers, and I groan.“No.” I’m sleeping. He can leave me alone.“Wake up.”Shaking my head, I keep my eyes closed. “Shh.”He chuckles quietly. “You need to wake up.”“Five more minutes,” I whisper.“As nice as it has been to have you this close for the last, like, eight hours, the plane is descending, and my body is numb.”I move slightly and realize. “Shit.” I fell asleep on him. I pull back slightly, and he’s smirking at me. “Sorry.”“It was highly amusing. One moment we were talking, then you were snoring in my ear. No warning, nothing.”I rub my face, trying to wake myself up. “I slept the whole flight?”“You did. On me.” He smirks, and I nod.“Sorry. You should have woken me and told me to move.” What sort of idiot doesn’t? I remember we got cleaned up and dressed. Then he pulled me back onto him.What the hell were we talking about? My mind tries to think back. I just remembe
Rook POVKade’s fingers move to undo the rest of my buttons, and I lift my hips to help him slide my trousers down. His eyes never leave mine, and I can see the fire in them. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to me.His hand wraps around my cock and I shudder at the touch, my body betraying my earlier reservations. He smirks, knowing he’s won this round, and leans in to press a kiss to my neck. The sensation of his lips on my skin sends a thrill down my spine, and I can’t help but let out a low moan.Kade takes this as encouragement and continues to explore my body with his mouth. His tongue traces a path along my collarbone, and I can feel my resolve weakening with every passing second. I try to remind myself that this isn’t the right time, that we have more important things to focus on, but it’s hard to think straight when Kade is making me feel this good.He drops to his knees in front of me and I can feel his hot breath on my cock, and I know what’s
Rook POVKade hasn’t moved much since he finally let himself collapse into me. He’s still pressed against my side, his head resting against my shoulder, his breathing is slower now, but there’s still something off. He’s not asleep, but he’s not really here either. He’s stuck somewhere in his own fucking head, lost in thoughts I can’t pull him out of, so I just sit here with him, my arm around him, my hand rubbing slow, steady circles on his back.I don’t rush him, I don’t tell him to get up, get over it, and move on.I just wait, because for once, he’s not trying to pretend.The car slows, the subtle shift in movement telling me we’ve arrived at the airstrip. I glance out the window and see the jet waiting, the engines already running, ready to take us the fuck away from here.Damon is standing by the car before we even get out, his face unreadable as he opens the door. “Rose t