Kade POVHe’s not consistent, he’s not safe, he’s a goddamn wrecking ball. At best, a bulldozer tearing through lives without a second thought. I’ve heard the stories—how deep he gets into people, how he worms his way in so far that by the time they realize what’s happening, it’s already too late. He ruins them. Leaves them craving him, desperate for even the smallest scrap of his attention.When he finally gets it, then? He refuses. I just realized it. I’m his next fucking victim.All the games, all the taunting, the constant energy, the push-and-pull bullshit, it’s exactly what he does to all of them. I don’t know the details, but I can guess this is the same exhausting, overwhelming, over-the-top bullshit he uses to reel them in.He’s not as bad as Axel. At least Rook has some limitations. Axel would fuck anything that moved. Rook? He at least picks his targets, And somehow, I just became his latest fucking mission.Rook shifts beside me, his attention locked onto my face, and I do
Rook POVMercer doesn’t move and I can see the thoughts running behind his eyes, the way his jaw tightens just slightly, the way his chest rises and falls unevenly. He’s processing.Processing the fact that I let Axel fight me, that I still won and that I tortured Axel before all of that.I should be focused on his reaction, but instead, all I can focus on is how fucking close he is to me right now. The space between us is gone. I can see the tension in his body, see the way he’s still lingering, hovering, not pulling away.That's interesting. I grin, tilting my head slightly, watching him. “You look surprised, Mercer.”His eyes flick up to mine, and I can see it, the battle raging inside his stupid, stubborn brain. He doesn’t want to care, but he does. Doesn’t want to acknowledge it, but he’s standing here, close enough to feel my breath, looking at me like I just did something unexpected.I did, didn’t I? He expected Axel to be dead. Expected me to kill him outright, not play with h
Rook POVI grin against his skin, laughing breathlessly. “Took you long enough,” I mutter, teeth scraping against his pulse, feeling the way it pounds against my tongue.“Shut the fuck up, Rook,” he hisses through his teeth, but his fingers tighten, pulling me down, pulling me closer.Finally, he stops running. He gives in completely, as my mouth wraps around him.Mercer’s breath shudders, his grip tightening in my hair like he’s trying to ground himself, but there’s no hesitation left. No more internal war, no more trying to fight something that’s already been decided.He’s done pretending.I drag my hands down his sides, feeling the tension in his muscles, the way he tries to keep himself composed, controlled, but he’s losing. My mouth slowly, sucking gently. His fingers twitch, his breath catches, and fuck, I know I have him now.I pull back, smirking at him. “Still thinking about running?” I murmur against his skin, my teeth scraping over his collarbone, my hands gripping his thig
Kade POVWe get dressed in silence, and I need that silence because what the hell happened? I gave in, willingly, like a fucking fool. I don’t understand how he does it, but he does. He gets under my skin, makes me forget logic, forget reason, and before I know it, I’m caught in something I don’t know how to get out of.Rook walks down the stairs ahead of me, acting like everything is normal, like we didn’t just fuck, like nothing’s changed. I follow, still turning over every moment in my mind, trying to figure out how the hell I let it happen and how to make sure it never happens again. I need to go home. No, I need to get the fuck away from him. I regret not staying in the damn hospital because at least there, I wouldn’t have ended up in his bed.I have to make this clear to him. This was a mistake, a one-time thing, nothing more. People fuck, it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just sex, and if anyone should understand that, it’s Rook. He’s had more one-night stands than I can count.We
Kade POVNikolai stands and walks away before pausing at the doorway, looking back at me. “Come on, Mercer. I don’t have all day.”I glance at Nikolai, but he offers nothing, his face unreadable. With a sigh, I get up and follow him outside, sliding into the car in silence. I don’t ask questions because deep down, I already know something isn’t right.The car ride is quiet, and my thoughts keep circling back to why I’m really here. There’s no way Nikolai is involving me in actual business. That’s not how he works. So what is this? A setup? A test?When the car finally stops, I don’t need to ask any more questions. The answer is right in front of me.A warehouse. The second I see it, my body tenses. This isn’t a fucking office. This isn’t where deals are made. This is something else entirely.Nikolai steps out of the car like nothing is out of the ordinary, waiting expectantly for me to do the same. My gut is already telling me I don’t want to go in there, but refusing isn’t an option.
Kade POVThe second fighter lunges, but he’s too slow. I twist, slamming my knee into his gut with everything I have left, and he drops to the ground, wheezing.My breath is coming too fast, my head swimming, my ribs burning so bad I almost can’t breathe, but I don’t let myself collapse. It's done, I've proven I'm strong enough, I’ve earned the right to fucking stop, but the second I take half a step back, I hear the sound of more feet stepping forward, the weight of fresh bodies shifting into place. My stomach tightens as I glance up, taking in the two new men stepping into the chalk-marked square.They’re not done with me. My breath drags in sharp and unsteady, my ribs burning with every movement. The pain behind my eyes has turned into a constant, throbbing pulse, the world tilting slightly every time I move too fast. My body is barely holding itself together, but it doesn’t matter, because they aren’t going to stop.I hear Nikolai’s voice somewhere in the background, calm, measure
Rook POVTraining fucking sucks. Every muscle in my body is screaming, my breath is heavy, sweat clings to my skin, and I’m grinding my teeth through every drill, pushing harder just to get through it. The tension in the rink is thick, like everyone is waiting for something, like they still think Axel is going to show his face, like he’s stupid enough to walk back into this locker room after what he pulled.Even if he wasn’t dead and buried, he wouldn’t come back.He knew. The second he lost his cool and made that hit, his career was done. He burned every fucking bridge he had, and there was nothing left for him except the public fallout, getting dragged through the mud, getting forced to make some bullshit apology on camera while everyone watched him crash and burn. That was the path he was on, and if things had gone differently, I might have had to sit through it, watch him grovel, listen to him beg for a second chance he was never going to get.But he doesn’t get that now. There’s
Rook POVMercer is still standing in front of me, covered in blood that isn’t his, shaking with something I can’t fix, something I can’t take back.“I didn’t know,” I say, and my own voice sounds too rough, too strained. “Kade, I swear to fucking god, I didn’t know he was going to—”He laughs. Loud, sharp, bitter, like I just told the funniest fucking joke in the world.“Didn’t know?” His eyes blaze as he takes a step forward, and I don’t move. “Didn’t fucking know? You’re Rook. The golden son. The one who gets away with every fucking thing he does because Daddy has his back. And you expect me to believe you didn’t know?”“I had no clue he was gonna do this,” I repeat, but Mercer isn’t hearing me.“You didn’t know,” he mutters, running a hand through his hair before letting out another laugh, low and humorless, shaking his head. “Then explain something to me, Rook. If you didn’t know, then why the fuck did he tell me I had to prove myself to be with you?”My stomach twists, a slow, si
Kade POVAfter a while, she grabs my hand and tugs me toward the edge of the dance floor. “Come on, let’s sit. I need a drink, and you need to tell me why I’ve never seen you before.”I let her lead me toward one of the small lounge areas near the bar, keeping my expression relaxed even though I don’t like the way her fingers press against my wrist. It’s light, barely there, but I still feel it, a reminder that I don’t like being touched by anyone book Rook. I don’t let it show.She slides into the seat first, crossing her legs as she leans back, completely at ease. I follow, keeping enough space between us to make it look natural but not enough for her to think I’m uncomfortable.“So,” she drawls, reaching for her drink. “Are you going to tell me your name, or am I going to have to keep calling you mystery man?”I smirk, taking a sip of my own drink before answering. &ld
Kade POVI glance between the men, weighing my options. Who can pull this off? Who can get close without looking like exactly what they are?Before I decide, Nikolai sighs and gestures toward them. “They all look too much like capos to do it.”He is right. None of them blend in. They all carry themselves like what they are, dangerous men who make people nervous when they walk into a room. I need someone who can pass as harmless. Someone she won't see coming.“Rook could work,” Nikolai glances at me.“I’m not getting him involved in this.” It’s too much of a risk.“Plus, you have to remember, Declan knows Rook, so his daughter will as well.” Jaxon looks at us.Good, because I didn’t want Rook in the center of this. “I’ll do it,” I say, and Nikolai stares at me. “No one knows me yet, not enough to know who I am, which was proved by your friend and
Kade POVThe clock on the wall reads just past two in the morning, but neither of us has moved from our seats. The only sound in the room is the faint hum of the security system and the occasional click as Nikolai skips through the footage frame by frame.I lean forward, elbows on my knees, staring at the screen. We have been at this for hours, combing through every angle, every possible lead, trying to figure out who the hell took the shipment.“Pause it,” Nikolai says suddenly, his voice sharp. My eyes snap to him as he leans in. “Zoom in on that.”One of the men in the frame shifts slightly, turning just enough for the camera to catch his profile. The image is grainy, but it is enough.Nikolai exhales through his nose, his expression unreadable. “That'ss Declan Voss.”I recognize the name the second he says it.Declan doesn't live here. He is from out of town, from another city and doesn't come h
Rook POV“Is there anything I can do?”He shrugs slightly. “Until we get a name of who took the shipment, nothing can be done. Then it is up to Kade.”I roll my eyes.“Are you really not going to ask him?” He leans back and laughs.“No.” I will not ask Kade if there is anything I can do.“Why?”“Because I told him if he needs me, he should ask, and I will be there instantly. So me asking if there is anything I can do to help him is unnecessary. It also makes it sound like I am checking in on him or trying to say he cannot handle it alone.”He laughs and lifts his glass. “You are delusional if that is what you really think.”“Maybe he would not, but that is how I feel.” I rub my face, feeling exhaustion pull at me.“Look, I am going to see him. Go to bed and get some sleep.”I watch him stand and grab his jacket. “Why are you going? You do not need to.”“Because you are worried about him and will not
Rook’s POVI don’t usually worry about Kade when he’s working. Okay, I do, because I know how quickly things can change. But today? It feels different. There is something heavier about it, something I do not like. He has done his usual thing of messaging me every few hours with an I’m alive! like he thinks it is a joke.Still, the time between those messages? Torture. Normally, my dad is around, so I can ask him for updates, and he has them. But even he is gone today.I place the box down, and Rose smiles at me. “He will love it,” she says.I am not so sure. Buying for Kade is hard. He is weird. His only real interests are hockey and work. Outside of that, he has no hobbies.He is not picky when it comes to gifts, but every time I ask what he wants, or at least for an idea, I get the same response. I do not want anything.That response caused an argument last month. I told him if he really did not care enou
Kade POVRook smirks as he flips another pancake onto the growing stack. “You look like you’re plotting something.”I set my coffee down, crossing my arms. “Yeah, I’m thinking about throwing you out of your own damn house.”He bursts out laughing, and it's loud, like I just told the best joke he’s ever heard. He tilts his head, still grinning. “You think that would stop me?”I arch a brow. “Pretty sure it would.”He scoffs. “Kade, come on. I know this place better than you do. There are secret ways in. I could be in here before you even realize it. You’d go to bed thinking you’re safe, and then…” He leans in slightly, lowering his voice. “Bam. There I am, watching you and waiting.”I stare at him. “You do realize how creepy that sounds, right?”Rook shrugs, completely unbothered. “Yeah, but that just makes it better.”I shake my head, picking up a pancake from the plate and taking a bite straight from it. “You really don’t have
Kade POVI’m late, and I can’t afford to stay in bed with Rook any longer. “I need to move,” I murmur, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before slipping out of bed and heading straight for the shower. I hear him moving around the room, and moments later, he joins me.“When I said I’m late, I meant I need to get going,” I say, turning to face him.Rook just shrugs like it’s nothing. “You’re fine. My dad said he’d keep things moving and let you sleep.” His gaze locks onto mine, waiting for me to argue. “So slow the hell down and actually spend time with me. Or is this just going to be a case of you fucking me and running off after like always?”I tilt my head, frowning. “You know that’s bullshit.” The words come out firm, meant to be the truth, but even I know there’s some weight to what he’s saying. More often than not, I barely stick around for five minutes after.Rook leans into me, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “So, what’s
Kade POVI tilt my head back into him instinctively, surrendering just enough for him to notice, because beneath the bickering and banter, lies an undeniable connection that binds us tighter than any words could capture.His hold on me tightens, and I push back more, my ass rubbing against his cock. Groaning, he bites at my neck, his hips bucking.“You realise all that time you spent bickering and refusing could have been spent in pleasure, right had you just accepted you were going to give in sooner?”I groan and nod. “I didn’t plan to give in, you wore me down. Now shut up and fuck me,” I mumble.“You don’t need to tell me twice,” he whispers and I feel his cock pushing against my ass. The sensation of him pushing in slightly has me groan. I squirm beneath him, trying to force him to do it quicker, but he remains slow.“Rook,” I warn, my voice low and needy. His name is a plea on my lips, a desperate call for him to quicken his pace.
Kade POVA nudge pulls me from sleep, and I groan, barely registering the fingers trailing down my spine. When they stroke lower, I thrash slightly, trying to shake them off.“Rook, behave,” I grumble, voice still thick with sleep.Instead of listening, he climbs onto me, his chest pressing against my back, his warmth seeping into my skin. “No can do,” he mutters. “Time to wake up. You slept through the whole damn day, it’s nearly dinner.”“Shit.” I slept that long? I try to push up, but he shoves me back down, pinning me.“I’m bored,” he mumbles against my neck, his teeth scraping before he bites.Sighing, I try again to roll over, but he keeps me pinned. “Then go play with yourself. I slept in,” I mutter.His fingers trace slow, teasing lines down my sides, sending a shudder through me.“I’d much rather play with you,” he whispers.“Of course you would. For fuck’s sake, Rook, I’ve barely even got my ey