Kade POVThe drive to my hometown is nothing short of hell. Every mile that passes should bring relief, should make it feel like I’m gaining distance, like I’m putting space between myself and the people trying to own me, but it doesn’t. The weight in my chest doesn’t lift. The knot in my stomach doesn’t loosen.But it doesn’t matter. For now, I have a few days of freedom, a few days where I can breathe. I’ll see my mother, spend time with my two little sisters, remind myself that there are still pieces of my life that belong to me.That’s all I need right now. The drive feels like it’s stretching longer than it should, each mile dragging, like my body knows I shouldn’t be doing this. My grip tightens on the wheel as I finally turn onto the gravel road leading to the trailer park, the familiar sight hitting me like a punch to the gut.Nothing’s changed here, the trailers are lined up in uneven rows, some looking better than others, but most bearing the wear and tear of too many years,
Kade POVSitting here with my mother, I can tell she sees right through me. She hasn’t asked yet, hasn’t forced the conversation, but I know it’s coming. She always knows when something isn’t right, and this time, I won’t be able to lie my way out of it. Eventually, I’ll have to be honest with her because the last thing I want is to leave and have her stuck here, worrying about me with no real answers.The original plan had been simple. Next time I visited, I wanted to bring her and my sisters back with me for a while, let them see where I live, take them somewhere nice, somewhere safe. But now, with the way things have spiraled out of control, with how deep I’m tangled in things I should have never been involved in, that’s no longer an option. My life is too messy, too dangerous, and I won’t risk dragging them into it.The front door swings open suddenly, cutting through the heavy silence, and a high-pitched squeal follows as Louise and Amelia burst into the trailer, their excitement
Kade POVI let out a slow breath, staring into the coffee like it might have answers. “I’m fucking stuck. I tried refusing, tried fighting back, but he threatened me. Every time I try to pull away, he pushes harder. According to him, I belong to him. He talks like I’m just an object, something he owns, something he gets to control, and I can’t find a way out of it.”Her eyes darken, worry bleeding through every part of her expression. “What does he want from you?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper.“He’s using me,” I say, swallowing down the anger that rises in my throat just from admitting it out loud. “I have to throw games when he tells me to. Miss shots. Make sure the other team wins. He’s placing bets, rigging outcomes, and I’m the insurance that he walks away with the winnings.”The air in the trailer shifts, thick with tension, with fear, with the kind of understanding that comes from knowing exactly who we’re dealing with. My mother doesn’t speak right away, and when she
Kade POVBeing home is exactly what I needed. For the first time in what feels like forever, I’ve been able to relax, to breathe without the weight of Nikolai and Rook pressing down on me. Then again, that probably has a lot to do with the fact that I haven’t turned my phone on since I got here.Amelia sits across from me, her big, pleading eyes locked onto mine, and the second I see that expression, I know I’m screwed.I groan, already shaking my head. “I’m taking a break, and you want me to go play hockey with a bunch of kids?”She nods enthusiastically, her grin widening. “Do you not remember how amazing it felt when you met someone big in hockey? When you got the chance to play with them?”Sighing, I rub my face, knowing exactly where this is going. “Yeah, I remember,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Fine. So much for me sitting back and just watching the game.”Amelia laughs, throwing her arms around me in a quick hug. “Why watch when you can play?” she teases, stepping back with a k
Kade POV“I’m up for the challenge,” I say, pouring two glasses.Paul grins as he takes one from my hand. “We’ll see about that.”The burn of the alcohol settles in my stomach, the warmth spreading through my limbs, loosening the tension that’s been coiled in my body for days. Paul sits beside me, his own drink half-empty, his laughter cutting through the cool night air as we trade old stories, reminiscing about shit we used to get up to before my life turned into something unrecognizable.“You remember that time we got caught sneaking into the rink after hours?” he chuckles, shaking his head.I smirk, taking another sip. “Yeah, and you ran faster than I’ve ever seen you move in your life. Left me to deal with the security guard on my own.”“I knew you’d talk your way out of it,” he grins, nudging my knee with his. “And you did, didn’t you?”I shrug, trying to fight back a smile. “Had to. My mom would’ve killed me if I got banned from the only decent rink around here.”Paul leans back
Rook POVKade is exactly where I want him, running. It’s pathetic, really. The way he thinks this gives him some kind of power, like disappearing, ignoring my calls, and shutting himself off will somehow make me lose interest. As if that’s even possible. I don’t lose interest. I don’t move on. I don’t let go.Let him run. Let him pretend he’s free. Because the best part? Dragging him back. Watching the fight drain out of him. Watching him finally understand that there is no getting away from me.I can already picture it. The way his defiance will crack, how his body will finally give in, how he’ll kneel like he was always meant to. Because that’s where this ends, with him under me, broken, obedient, mine.But for now, I let him have his moment. Let him believe he’s got even the smallest ounce of control left.The sound of my father’s voice snaps through the room, sharp and clipped, dragging me from my thoughts. He’s pacing, his movements stiff with frustration. Without Kade playing, t
Rook POV **Warning this chapter includes Dub-Con**His eyes widen, his breath hitching for just a fraction of a second. But then, just as quickly, he shakes it off, snapping right back into his anger, shoving the reaction away like it never existed.“You can’t just claim someone,” he bites out. “You can’t just say I’m yours when you have nothing from me! You kissed me, that doesn’t mean shit! That doesn’t make me yours!”I sigh, already bored of his little outburst.Then he makes a mistake. “Paul fucked me,” he sneers, his voice dripping with venom. “He owns more of me than you ever could.”My grip tightens on the wheel, my pulse slowing to something dangerous.He laughs, mocking, taunting, enjoying the reaction he thinks he’s getting. “Hell, even Darren owns more of me than you do.”I slam on the brakes, the tires screeching against the road as the car jerks to a sudden stop. Kade barely has a second to react before I’m out of my seat, yanking open his door and grabbing him by the co
Rook POVHe’s a fucking mess. I thought he was stronger than this, more resilient, more stubborn, more mine. I’ve spent years pushing him, chipping away at him, watching him almost break and rebuild himself over and over again, just to knock him down again. He’s taken my shit for so long that I thought he could withstand anything. But my father? Fuck. My father shattered him in a week. A week.That’s impressive, I can’t deny it, but it also pisses me off. I had a plan. A long, drawn-out, torturous plan. I was going to take my time with him, make him fight me every step of the way until there was nothing left to fight with. I wanted to watch him crack slowly, wanted to see him resist and resist until he finally begged for me to fuck him.Instead, my father sped up the process, ripped through him like it was nothing, and now Kade is already at the edge.It’s almost disappointing. I wanted to make him desperate, make him crave it, make him ask for it. I wanted to stretch him out on the h
Rook POVHis breathing is wrecked, his body completely still, and I know it’s killing him that he let it happen, that he let me see him like this. The fact is, he wanted it and he asked for it in so many ways before actually saying the words. So I gave it to him, even if he hates himself for letting me touch him.Slowly, I drag my fingers down his back, my touch softer now, teasing, and almost lazy. He flinches, but he doesn’t pull away. No, he doesn't try to escape and he doesn’t say a word either.I grin, pressing my lips against the back of his neck, letting the weight of what just happened settle between us. “You don’t have to say it,” I murmur, my voice is deep, low, and possessive. “We both already know.”His fingers twitch, his wrists still bound to the bed, but he still doesn’t answer. He's not going to, maybe because he's still too fucking stubborn to admit the truth? Too stubborn to accept he wanted this and wants me.I pull out slowly, watching the way his body reacts, the
Rook POVHis smirk widens, knowing he’s landed a hit. “I’ll scream his fucking name so loud you’ll hear it for weeks,” he continues “And you’ll finally learn that you. Do. Not. Own. Me.”The last of my patience burns away, incinerated by the fucking audacity of him, by the way he’s looking at me like I don’t already own every single fucking part of him. I thrust into him, my hands gripping his hips like a vice, and his taunting words break apart instantly.He groans, a sound torn from his throat before he can stop it, his fingers clenching into the sheets beneath him. I press him into the mattress, my weight locking him in place, making sure he feels every inch of what he just asked for.“You think you can—”I slam into him again, cutting him off. His body arches, another deep sound spilling from his lips before he bites down into the sheets, trying to muffle himself.“You don’t own—”Another thrust. Another ragged, helpless fucking groan.“You can’t fuck for—” I push deeper, harder,
Rook’s POVHe’s laughing. Laid out beneath me, wrists still cuffed to my bed, completely at my mercy, and he’s fucking laughing.I feel it, a deep pulse of something dark, something dangerous, curling inside me as I watch the smirk play across his lips. He knows what he just did, knows exactly how far he’s pushed me, knows that I’m hanging by a thread, and he loves it.My fingers tighten around his hips, my grip bruising, possessive, it's the only thing keeping me from completely losing it. He feels perfect beneath me, like he was always meant to end up right here, pinned, unable to fight, finally fucking admitting he’s mine.“You really don’t fucking learn, do you?” My voice is low, almost calm, but I feel the way he tenses, the way his body reacts despite the smirk still tugging at his lips.I lean down, my weight pressing into him, my mouth hovering just above his. His breath is warm, uneven, his chest rising and falling beneath me, his skin flushed, his body so fucking wired from
Kade POV“Go on,” he murmurs, voice laced with a quiet threat. “Fight me. Push back. Watch what happens when I leak that fucking video behind my father’s back. You’ll be back in that trailer before you can even beg me not to.”My stomach twists, the air between us thick and suffocating. Shit.I wanted this,I wanted to push him, to taunt him, to make him snap and lose that thin grip he had on his self-control. But I also know exactly where my limits are, and I know damn well I can’t afford to lose everything.I can’t risk losing my career. I can’t risk my mother being stuck in that fucking trailer for the rest of her life, and Rook knows that.“Now open up,” he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.Everything in me screams to keep fighting, to resist, to keep taunting him just to prove that I’m still in control of something, but I can’t. Not this time. Because in the end, it isn’t about pride. It’s about survival.So I obey. His fingers tighten in my hair as he thrusts deep, g
Kade POVHe watches me carefully, waiting for something, waiting for a reaction that I refuse to give him.“You still think this is a game,” he finally says, his voice quieter now, lower, like he’s talking more to himself than to me. “That’s fine. You’ll catch up soon enough.”I scoff, shifting my shoulders, rolling the tension out as much as I can with the limited movement I have. “You keep telling yourself that,” I mutter.His smirk flickers, just for a second, and I know I’ve hit something. He doesn’t like that I’m still pushing, that I haven’t given him the satisfaction of backing down.Good.I settle in, relaxing into the position like I have all the time in the world. “What now?” I ask, voice dry, unimpressed. “You gonna keep me locked up here like some kind of pet? Gonna drag me around, tell everyone you finally broke me?”He leans in closer, so close I can feel his breath against my skin, so close that for a second, the air between us tightens, like the tension is about to sna
Kade POVThe pounding in my skull is relentless, a deep, stabbing ache that makes it hard to focus. My body feels too heavy, my limbs sluggish, weighed down by something I can’t place. The air around me is cold, pressing against my bare skin in a way that feels wrong, and when I try to shift, to lower my arms so that I can push myself up, something jerks me back, stopping me mid-motion.A sharp clank of metal rings out, the sound slicing through my haze like a gunshot. I blink, my breath catching as I force myself to register what just happened. My arms are stuck. My wrists are secured. Slowly, I lift my head, the dull weight of exhaustion dragging against me as I follow the pull of resistance, eyes locking onto the handcuffs wrapped tight around my wrists.Thick, heavy-duty steel glints under the dim light, the chain stretched taut, looped around the top bar of the bed behind me. The second I process what I’m seeing, my body reacts. My pulse kicks up, my muscles tensing as I yank, tr
Rook POVMy father watches me for a moment, his fingers tapping against the glass in his hand before he sighs, setting it down with a dull thud. “Enough about Mercer. There’s business to take care of,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over his jaw before pushing himself up from the chair.I arch a brow, stretching out lazily but already knowing where this is going. “Business?” I echo, amused. “That your way of saying you need me for something?”His lips twitch, but it isn’t a smile, just that knowing look that tells me whatever he’s about to say isn’t up for negotiation. “A shipment came in late. Someone’s been fucking around with my routes, and I need to send a message,” he says, cracking his neck before grabbing his coat from the back of the chair. “And since you’re so damn unbothered about Mercer, you can come along.”I sigh but stand anyway, shoving my hands into my pockets as I follow him out the back door of the villa. The air is crisp, the sky dark and quiet, but the silence doesn’t
Rook POVHe’s a fucking mess. I thought he was stronger than this, more resilient, more stubborn, more mine. I’ve spent years pushing him, chipping away at him, watching him almost break and rebuild himself over and over again, just to knock him down again. He’s taken my shit for so long that I thought he could withstand anything. But my father? Fuck. My father shattered him in a week. A week.That’s impressive, I can’t deny it, but it also pisses me off. I had a plan. A long, drawn-out, torturous plan. I was going to take my time with him, make him fight me every step of the way until there was nothing left to fight with. I wanted to watch him crack slowly, wanted to see him resist and resist until he finally begged for me to fuck him.Instead, my father sped up the process, ripped through him like it was nothing, and now Kade is already at the edge.It’s almost disappointing. I wanted to make him desperate, make him crave it, make him ask for it. I wanted to stretch him out on the h
Rook POV **Warning this chapter includes Dub-Con**His eyes widen, his breath hitching for just a fraction of a second. But then, just as quickly, he shakes it off, snapping right back into his anger, shoving the reaction away like it never existed.“You can’t just claim someone,” he bites out. “You can’t just say I’m yours when you have nothing from me! You kissed me, that doesn’t mean shit! That doesn’t make me yours!”I sigh, already bored of his little outburst.Then he makes a mistake. “Paul fucked me,” he sneers, his voice dripping with venom. “He owns more of me than you ever could.”My grip tightens on the wheel, my pulse slowing to something dangerous.He laughs, mocking, taunting, enjoying the reaction he thinks he’s getting. “Hell, even Darren owns more of me than you do.”I slam on the brakes, the tires screeching against the road as the car jerks to a sudden stop. Kade barely has a second to react before I’m out of my seat, yanking open his door and grabbing him by the co