Kade POVRook watches me, his expression unreadable for a moment before he finally asks, “What are you scared of, Mercer?”I open my mouth, then close it, my jaw clenching as I glance down at Harlow. She’s peaceful now, finally settled against me like she trusts me, and that only makes it worse.I exhale sharply. ”Everything. I have no fucking clue what I’m doing, Rook. I’m lost, man. It’s only been a week, a week, and I’m already in over my head. What if I fuck this up? What if I can’t do this?”Rook is quiet for a second before he leans in, pressing his shoulder into mine again. “You’re not alone, Kade,” he says simply. “I’m here. My dad’s here. No one’s leaving you to figure this out by yourself.”I close my eyes for a second, exhaling through my nose. “It’s not a sure thing.”Rook tilts his head. “What isn’t?”“This. Any of this.” My voice drops slightly, rough around the edges. “Anything could happen. I could end up not here. We could end up breaking up, and then what? You think
RookKade’s apartment is a fucking disaster.Boxes, clothes, and gear are everywhere, and yet, somehow, he’s still standing there like he doesn’t know where to start. I shake my head, grabbing a pile of his old hockey shit and tossing it onto the bed.“Jesus, Mercer, you hoard more than I thought,” I mutter, pulling a random training shirt from one of the piles. The fabric is worn, the AHL logo faded but still there. “Didn’t realize you were sentimental.”Kade snorts, glancing up from where he’s shoving a pile of jerseys into a duffel bag. “I’m not.”I hold the shirt up, inspecting it with exaggerated interest. “Oh, really? Then why the hell do you still have this? What, you missing your glory days?”His lips twitch like he’s trying not to laugh. “Shut up, Volkov.”Ignoring him, I dig a little deeper and pull out an old training camp hoodie from his KHL stint. Holding it up, I let out a low whistle. “Now this is a relic. Bet you thought you were hot shit when you got this.”Kade final
Rook POVKade mutters under his breath, rubbing his jaw like he’s still recovering from the revelation. “Not everyone just knows for sure they’re gay without checking, Volkov.”That’s it. That’s all it takes for me to lose it. Laughter bursts out of me, loud and shameless, because this is gold. “Ohhh, I remember,” I say, grinning. “And from what I heard back then, you were really enjoying trying to figure that out.”Kade glares at me, but it only makes me laugh harder.“Women, men, women, women, women, men, men.” I tick them off on my fingers as I go, smirking at him. “Oh, and then back to women.”Kade groans, rubbing his face. “Jesus, Rook. Grow up.”Still laughing, I shake my head. “Nah, not when I finally get to drag you for this. You were so dedicated to the research. Really committed to the cause.”“You’re insufferable,” he grumbles.“And yet, here you are, moving into my house,” I shoot back.Kade just shakes his head, muttering something under his breath, but I catch the way hi
Kade POVPacking up my apartment should be simple, throw my stuff in boxes, haul it to Rook’s place, and be done with it. But my mind keeps dragging me back. Back to Shattuck-St. Mary’s. Back to what Rook said about us meeting before I even knew who he was.The only memory I have is the night he walked in on me with some girl. But that can’t be it. There has to be more. I shove a few things into a box, but I’m barely paying attention now. Digging through my memory, I think about those years, about any moment that stands out.And then it clicks. Turning toward Rook, I watch him toss one of my old jerseys in the air, lazily catching it like he has all the time in the world.I narrow my eyes. “Hey.”He glances at me, still smirking. “What?”“You said we met before the AHL. Before everything. And you were at Shattuck the same time as me?”Rook nods, stretching like this is the most comfortable conversation in the world. “Yeah. Why? Still struggling with your memory, old man?”Ignoring tha
Kade POVMy apartment is nothing but boxes now. Some labeled rubbish, others storage. The storage boxes hold things I don’t need day to day, stuff I could probably live without but still can’t seem to let go of.I sit there, staring at them, wondering why the hell I’m holding onto so much.At first, I kept everything because it meant something. Proof that I’d made it, that I’d gone further than most people from where I came from. Back then, it felt like an achievement. Now? It just feels like a weight.People always told me well done, smiling as they said I did the right thing by getting out. Some even called me an inspiration for the kids who grew up in the same place I did. But now I can’t help but wonder, did they really mean it?Hell, even my own mother wasn’t happy for me. Not really.She spent years playing pretend, acting proud, telling me she wanted me to succeed. But deep down, she hated that I escaped, that I got out and left her behind.Sighing, I hold out my hand. “I need
Kade POVRolling my eyes, I shake my head. “So, for a change, you’re not fighting it, and that’s supposed to be progress? And now I’m the one who has to do something about it?”Rook laughs, his hand sliding behind my neck, gripping lightly. “I’m joking, Kade.”I let out a breath, rolling my eyes as I lean in and kiss him. “I stop fighting every time, and now you decide to?” I murmur against his lips.“I figured I’d see what it felt like,” he admits, his voice laced with amusement. “But apparently, I don’t actually want to fight or pretend I don’t want to fuck you.”His hands tighten around me, pulling me down flush against him. Heat sparks under my skin as my hands move along his body, feeling the way he arches slightly into my touch.Pulling back just enough to see his face, I flip him over in one motion, pinning him beneath me.His laughter fades into something darker, something teasing. “Wait—so when you said you were fucking me, you actually meant it?”Smirking, I grip his chin, t
Kade POVA sudden knock at the door jolts through the air.I still for half a second, but Rook only groans against my mouth, his fingers gripping tighter like he has no intention of stopping. My hips press harder, chasing that heat between us again, and the knocking grows more insistent.“Mr. Mercer, a neighbor confirmed they saw you entering.” A voice calls from beyond the door.Gritting my teeth, I ignore it, gripping Rook’s hips as I thrust forward. He moans into my mouth, his body quaking beneath mine.“Mr. Mercer!”Frustration boils over as I let out a growl, slowing just enough to catch my breath before pulling away. “Don’t fucking move,” I mutter, pushing myself off the bed.Rook chuckles under his breath, rolling onto his back, completely unbothered. “I’m just curious how many times they have come here while you were at mine,” he smirks, stretching out lazily like we weren’t just interrupted.I yank on a pair of joggers, swiping a hand through my hair before stalking toward th
Kade POVI’m fucking lost.Since we left my apartment, I’ve barely said a word. The papers are out of my hands, Rook made sure of that, but it doesn’t matter. The words are still there, burned into my mind, screaming at me every time I close my eyes.I need to go home. I need to talk to her, figure out what the hell is going on, but I can already hear Rook telling me it’s a bad idea.A nudge pulls me from my thoughts. I glance over, meeting his gaze.“Stop worrying,” he says, voice softer than usual. “Get inside, speak with my dad.” He presses a quick kiss to my lips before getting out of the car. I follow, feeling heavier with every step.Rook walks straight to his dad, handing over the papers before scooping Harlow into his arms.Nikolai barely glances at the first page before motioning toward a chair. “Okay, sit. Let’s look at this.”I drop into the seat, rubbing a hand over my face as Nikolai nods toward one of his men. “Aiden, get him a whiskey.”A glass is poured and set in fron
Kade POVPain drags me from sleep, and I move slightly, opening my eyes to see we’re on the plane. I can’t remember anything after Rook getting me. I turn, and he’s sitting beside me.He looks wrecked, he’s worried. Smirking, I nudge him, and he turns to face me. “Sorry I was late home.”Groaning, he punches my arm, and I grunt. “Shit, sorry,” he mutters.“It’s fine, that was the only part of my body that didn’t hurt. Now it feels included,” I mock, and he groans.“Like I care that you were home late. Fucked-up thinking, Kade.”I shrug slightly. “Shame, if you were angry, the sex to punish me would have been fucking epic.”“You’re totally fine, clear. Go back to sleep, nob.”Smirking, I lean my head against his shoulder and hold in the groan. At least now he’s smiling and not so worried about me. “Where&
Rook POVI tilt my head, watching him writhe. “You’re holding out for them, huh? You think they’re watching? That they’re waiting to see if you can handle a little pain before they decide you’re worth saving?”He chokes on his breath, his fingers twitching against the blood-slick table.I grip his chin, forcing him to look at me. “They don’t give a fuck about you. Every second you sit here thinking you’re being loyal, you’re just another second closer to dying for people who don’t even know your fucking name.”He sucks in a broken breath, but his lips stay pressed together.“Fine.” I grab his pinky, and before he can even brace for it, I snap it back. A sickening crack echoes through the room, his strangled scream tearing from his throat as he thrashes.I let him writhe, let the pain settle deep into his bones before I lean in close. “You've got a few fingers left. You ready to waste them all for people who wouldn’t piss on you if you were o
Rook POVI yank the knife out and slam my fist into his ribs. He chokes on a breath, curling in on himself, but I don’t give him time to recover before I drive my knee into his stomach. He crumples to the floor, coughing, blood dripping from his mouth.“You’re making this worse for yourself,” I warn, crouching in front of him. “You think you’re gonna hold out? You think you’ll last?”“I don’t—” His voice cuts off in a strangled cry as I grab his fingers, wrenching one back until it snaps.His scream rips through the room, raw and desperate.I grip his hair, forcing his head up to meet my eyes. “You’ve got nine more before I move onto something worse. Now tell me. Where. Is. He?”Tears spill down his face, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His lips tremble, but he still doesn’t fucking answer.“Stubborn,” I mutter before grabbing another finger and snapping it just as easily as the first. His body jolts, another scream tearing from
Rook POVThis is impossible. There’s no footage from the back of the restaurant, the lead that Lorenzo found is a dead end. I’m beginning to think that note was planted to bait Kade, and now I wonder, did he even see it? Did he walk into this blind?Every fucking move I’ve made has led me in a circle. There’s nothing. No trail, no whispers of where he might be. I’ve had a list of names from Lorenzo, people in this country who might have had the balls to pull something like this. I went through them one by one. Each name dragged in, each one screaming in pain, but all swearing the same thing—they don’t know anything.How the fuck can none of them be involved? My eyes shift to the men in the room, the ones we brought with us. And for the first time, I wonder, are they all innocent? Something isn’t adding up.Nine hours.Nine fucking hours since Kade disappeared, and my father’s words echo in my head.Find him, or he’s dead
Kade POVDanielle watches, waiting, maybe hoping that I’ll finally break. I don’t. I inhale slowly, shaking the blood from my lips, and laugh.“How long do you think you’ve got left?” I ask, my voice rough but still steady. “Every minute you waste here? That’s more time my men have to find me. And when they do? You’ll be fucking wishing you killed me the second I walked through that door.”The guy in front of me hesitates, glancing back at her, waiting for an order.“Keep going,” she snaps, her voice sharper now.He does. Another punch to my ribs, another to my jaw, but I don’t stop grinning. The pain is sharp, burning through my body, but I don’t let it show. They want me to break. They want me to plead. That’s never going to happen.Danielle steps closer, her eyes locked onto mine. “You think you’re so fucking smart, don’t you?” she
Kade POVI hiss through my teeth, more from the annoyance than the pain. “There you go. That’s a little better.”She glares, dragging the blade in a shallow cut across my side, but she’s still holding back. Testing me. I shake my head, sighing.“See, this is why you’re not going to win,” I say, my voice steady despite the sting. “You don’t actually know how to do this.”Danielle scoffs. “Oh, I don’t?”I tilt my head. “No. If you did, you wouldn’t be wasting time with this weak shit.”She presses the knife in harder, and I grin, feeling her frustration build. “You want to break someone? You don’t start here,” I say, nodding toward my ribs. “You start small. Fingers. Knees. Maybe a little nerve damage if you want to get creative.”She stills, something flickering across her face. Disgust. Uncertainty.&ldq
Kade POVHer nostrils flare as she presses the blade harder, drawing a thin line of blood. “You don’t hold the power here.”“Don’t I?” I whisper, locking eyes with her. “Then why are you the one trying to prove something?”Her grip tightens on the knife, but she hesitates. That’s her biggest fucking problem. She doesn’t commit. She doesn’t know how to follow through.“Let me tell you how this plays out,” I continue, voice smooth despite the sting on my cheek. “You keep me here, keep trying to break me, but it doesn’t work. Eventually, you get frustrated, you get sloppy, and then my men find me. And when they do, you don’t walk away from this.”Her eyes narrow. “You sound pretty fucking confident for someone tied up right now.”“Because I know how this ends.” I smirk. “And so do you.”Danielle exhale
Kade POVLorenzo is weird. Not in a bad way, just… he’s always had that tone in his voice that says he’s not right in the head, and sitting here, talking to him, I know he’s far from right.I glance at my phone again. I know it’s disrespectful, but I want to stay on time and prove to Rook that I won’t mess up.“You keep looking at it,” Lorenzo taps the phone.“Sorry, I just want to stay on schedule.”He nods. “I understand that, which is why, as soon as the hour is up, my watch will vibrate to remind me,” he laughs, and I nod.Maybe that’s what I need to do—rather than constantly checking my phone.I go back to focusing on our conversation, making sure he knows exactly who I am and the kind of person I am. He talks a bit about Nikolai and the time they spent together when he had just started taking over here. He respects Nikolai&mdash
Rook POV“Find him!” I shout, turning back toward the others, fury and fear bleeding into every word.“We’re working on it,” Damon says quickly. “But his phone was found out the back of the restaurant. Smashed.”No. No, no, no. That phone was the only way to find him.“Track my phone,” I demand. “Whoever it is has my phone. Track it!”“We already tried when you didn’t answer my calls,” one of the men mutters. “It’s not giving off a signal.”My head shakes violently. “Nothing? You’ve had nothing? Not a single fucking thing to give you a hint of what they want?”Damon hesitates.I step toward him. “What is it?”His jaw clenches before he finally speaks. “Lorenzo dug into it and he mentioned there were three targets. Kade, you… and Harlow.”Everything inside me stills.