Rook POVKade doesn’t speak the entire way to the mall, which is impressive. Usually, he’d at least get a sarcastic comment in, but no, he’s brooding. It makes pushing him even more fun.“So,” I say, stretching slightly, waiting for him to snap. “You picked out our wedding colors yet?”Kade’s head snaps toward me, eyes wide with pure exhaustion. “What?”I shrug. “You know, the big day. Gotta plan ahead, Mercer. Gotta make sure it’s classy but also reflects our personalities. Maybe navy and gold? You know, to honor your hockey? Or something bold, like red and black, real mafia wedding vibes."His face is pure disbelief. “You’re actually insane.”“Yes, Daddy,” I reply smoothly, watching his soul leave his body.His jaw clenches. “Rook.”“Shh,” I pat his thigh. “You’re gonna need to start thinking about this, Mercer. You’re not getting rid of me."Kade groans loudly, rubbing his temples. “Why the fuck did I agree to go out with you today?”“Because you love me,” I smirk, watching the mal
Rook POVRose, who’s been completely silent until now, clears her throat. “Should I be concerned that people are recording you?”I glance over, spotting a few people not-so-subtly holding up their phones. “Oh, absolutely not,” I grin. “This is exactly what I wanted.”Kade groans. “You are actually the worst person I know.”“You say that,” I hum, steering us toward the food court, “but I know you’re secretly enjoying yourself.”He glares at me, but it’s half-hearted at best, instead of fighting, he lets me lead, which is dangerous.Dragging Kade toward the food court was easy. Keeping him there? That’s the challenge.He’s still sulking, his bright pink hoodie standing out like a damn beacon, and Harlow is gripping the fabric with all the possessiveness of someone who refuses to be put down. Kade keeps adjusting her slightly, like she’s the only thing grounding him right now.The second we step into the food court, I don’t even bother asking what he wants.“I’ll order for us,” I announc
Kade POVRook is pushing it, and the worst part? He knows it.He’s been doing it all damn day, testing me, waiting for some kind of reaction. But if he thinks he’s going to get me to snap just because he’s been chirping at me non-stop, he’s out of luck. I’ve dealt with worse.He’s sitting across from me now, smug as hell, like he’s proud of himself, chewing obnoxiously slow on his pizza, his eyes flicking to me every so often. He’s waiting for something. Waiting for me to break.I keep my expression flat, lifting my drink and taking a long sip, giving him nothing.He swallows his bite, sitting back and stretching his arms out over the booth like he’s some kind of king. “You know, I think today’s been really productive.”I raise a brow. “Do you?”“Absolutely,” he nods, fingers tapping the table rhythmically. “We got you some fresh new merch. The cameras got plenty of good footage. And most importantly, we really tested your self-restraint.”My jaw tightens just slightly, but I exhale s
Kade's POVThe kid skates off, grinning, and I start to follow, but I can feel it before it happens, that shift in Rook’s energy. The second before he does something.I barely have time to react before he grabs a fistful of my hoodie and drops like a damn rock, dragging me straight down with him.I don’t hit the ice gracefully, none of this is graceful at all. There’s a dull thud as my back meets the ice, Rook sprawled across me like he just won a fight.Laughter erupts from the people watching, and someone cheers. Groaning, I stare at the ceiling of the rink, contemplating my life choices.Rook props himself up on his elbows, smirking down at me. “That was fun.”I glare. “You’re an actual menace.”“Admit it,” he grins, completely unbothered. “You’re having fun.”I should shove him off, I should leave him lying here like the absolute problem that he is. Instead, I grab the front of his hoodie, pull him down, and kiss him.The rink erupts, the sound of more cameras rushing forward and
Kade POVHarlow fusses in my arms, and I shift her slightly, grabbing a bottle from the bag and settling into one of the chairs. She’s more patient than I expected for a baby that barely cries, but she’s clearly hungry.While I get her settled, Rook disappears into the aisles, far too invested in whatever the hell he’s looking for. It doesn’t take long before he returns, grinning like he just found the key to all of my suffering.A stack of books drops onto the table.I glance at them, unimpressed.Parenting books.Rook plops into the seat across from me, flipping one open immediately. He’s not even subtle about holding them up so the cameras outside can see.“‘Bonding With Baby: How to Ensure a Strong Attachment in the First Year,’” he reads, resting his elbow on the table. “Sounds like something you should brush up on, Mercer.”I don’t react, watching as Harlow slowly finishes her bottle. “I think I’m doing fine.”“Oh, sure,” he hums, flipping a page. “But listen to this—‘Babies res
Rook POVI’m going to fucking kill him.I don’t even care about the cameras anymore, don’t care about the reporters snapping pictures like they just got the scandal of the year. All I can focus on is Kade standing there, collar around his neck, grinning like he just destroyed me.Because he has.This wasn’t supposed to happen.I was supposed to get under his skin, make him uncomfortable, push him just enough to regret playing games with me. I wanted to watch him stammer, roll his eyes, shove the collar back at me while muttering something about how I’m an idiot.But no.He flipped it on me.And now? Now the entire world is going to think I put my NHL-star boyfriend in a collar and dragged him around in public like some kind of deranged handler.Kade steps back, still smirking, still so fucking pleased with himself, and I can’t do a damn thing about it because the second I react, it’s going to make it even worse.I rub my hands down my face, groaning. “You absolute fucking lunatic.”Ka
Rook POVMeanwhile, I’m still standing here, cameras in my face, hands in my hair, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.Because Kade Mercer?He just ruined me on live TV.I should have expected this. I should have fucking known the second I started pushing Kade, he’d find a way to flip the entire situation on me. He always does.And now? Now I’m standing here, blinking like an idiot while the reporters are still yelling over each other, cameras flashing so fast it’s making my head spin. Every single one of them just got exactly what they needed to run with.I swear, if I wasn’t in public, I’d tackle him right now.“Rook! Rook, over here!” One of the reporters shouts, snapping me back into the moment. “Is this an official statement? Does this confirm the rumors about your dynamic?”Oh for fuck’s sake.I'm here losing my mind. Kade, on the other hand? Completely calm.He’s standing near the car, hands in his pockets, looking way too pleased with himself while I fight the ur
Kade POVSitting down, Rook looks at me.“Are you jealous?” I ask, and he shrugs, avoiding my gaze.“No, but, well, not...” He stops, and I laugh.“That’s a yes,” I whisper.He rolls his eyes, finally looking at me properly. “I’m not jealous, I’m simply…” He stops again like he’s actually struggling to put it into words.“You’re jealous,” I repeat, grinning, waiting for him to admit it.“Okay, maybe a little.” He huffs, arms crossing. “Six months ago, you were on the hockey side of life. Now, you’re more on my father’s side.”He’s not wrong.Six months ago, I had never considered actually helping Nikolai. Sure, I mentioned throwing the games when needed, but that’s as far as it went.But, the last six months of living here, seeing how Rook is with his father, somehow, I ended up offering to help. And that? That makes Rook jealous.He’s looking at me weird, and I laugh.“Don’t laugh. You didn’t come to bed last night,” he mutters, glaring.“I did,” I argue.“No, that was at four a.m. t
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.
Rook POVHarlow is still relaxed against me.“You having fun, princess?” I murmur, resting my chin on top of her head.She nods against me. “I like it here. It’s quiet, and you and Rose aren’t talking about boring grown-up stuff.”Rose chuckles from where she’s sitting nearby. “I’ll have you know I’m very fun, Harlow.”Harlow tilts her head back, grinning. “You’re fun, but you still say boring stuff sometimes.”I laugh, squeezing her a little. “Well, you got me there.”She sits up a little, looking at me seriously. “Can we stay here forever?”I raise an eyebrow. “Forever is a long time, princess.”She sighs, playing with the edge of my sleeve. “I know, but I like when it’s just us. No busy stuff, no people being mad about things, just us.”Damn. I feel that. I know exactly what
Rook POVFor the first time in a long time, I feel myself fully relax, knowing that he won’t be stretching himself thin anymore. He won’t be trying to do too much, won’t be running himself into the ground trying to be in three places at once.He made the decision, and I know he won’t go back on it.“You okay with it?” he asks, like my opinion actually matters in this.I press a kiss against his forehead. “Yeah. I am.”Kade lets out a quiet breath, his body sinking into mine again. I feel the way his hand tightens around mine, the way he clings to me just a little bit more.For once, he’s letting go of something that doesn’t serve him anymore. And for once, he’s choosing himself. Choosing us.This week has been amazing. It’s weird, I didn’t know what I was missing, I just knew things weren’t right. The more of this week that passed, the more time
Rook POVThe house is simple, almost too simple. The walls are bare stone, the furniture minimal, just enough to make it livable. It’s not extravagant, not dripping in wealth like the places we usually stay, but somehow, that makes it better. There’s nothing here to distract us. No reminders of the world we left behind for the week, no ringing phones, no people demanding our attention. Just us.I walk further in, dragging my fingers along the edge of the wooden table in the center of the room. Kade doesn’t say anything, just watches me with that unreadable look on his face. I know what he’s thinking. This place isn’t like us. But maybe that’s why he chose it.He disappears into the bedroom, and I follow, finding him already stripping off his clothes. He tosses his shirt onto the chair by the window before moving onto his pants. I smirk. “Eager?”He doesn’t bother looking up as he kicks
Kade POVThe meal continues with Rottami di Pollo in Padella, a rustic dish of pan-fried chicken finished in a wood oven. The skin is golden and crisp, the aroma rich and inviting.Rook picks up a piece, biting into it with an appreciative groan. “Okay, I’ll admit, this is really good. But no pasta? No pizza? What kind of Italian meal is this?”I chuckle. “Authentic, traditional. Not the tourist menu.”His lips quirk up as he leans back. “Still think pizza would’ve been a nice touch.”A wedge of Parmigiano Reggiano is placed on the table, the waiter cutting thick slices straight from the wheel. Rook stares at it, his eyes widening slightly.“That is an excessive amount of cheese,” he mutters.“Think you can handle it?” I tease.He grins, taking a generous piece. “Watch me.”When we finally finish that, the final course arrives, Arance all