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Rook POVI start slow, warming up, letting my body fall into the familiar movements. The first few drills are routine, the motions automatic, but it’s not enough. My muscles are still tight, my mind still fucking stuck, frustration sitting heavy in my chest like a weight I can’t shake.I push harder, skating faster, my stick slamming against the puck as I fire off shot after shot. The first few go wide. Too fucking wide. I grit my teeth, adjust, force my focus back to where it needs to be.This is what I do. This is who the fuck I am. I don’t fuck up. I don’t hesitate. I don’t let shit get to me.And yet, my grip tightens on the stick as my mind flickers back, Kade’s face last night, the way his breath hitched, the way his hands trembled before they balled into fists. The way his eyes, even filled with rage, still fucking saw me.The snap of my wrist as I take the next shot is harder than it needs to be, the puck slamming into the back of the net with a sharp, satisfying clang. My bre
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Kade’s POVThe shift in the crowd’s energy is immediate, a ripple of shock that spreads so fast it warps the entire atmosphere of the arena. It’s not the usual reaction to a fight or a bad call. It’s something else. Something that twists in my gut before I even see what the fuck they’re reacting to.I skate toward the bench, fast, focused, but the way my teammates aren’t talking, the way the entire fucking arena is staring up at the Jumbotron, that makes my stomach lurch. The murmurs start low, but then they build, overlapping, pressing in from all sides.“Tell me that’s fake.”“No fucking way.”“That’s Mercer and Rook?”I snap my head up, and the second my eyes land on the screen, my entire body locks up.It’s me and him.Plastered across the massive fucking screen for thousands to see. Crystal clear, high-resolution proof of something that was never supposed to be public. A shot of Rook pressing me against my mom’s trailer, his hands gripping me in a way that leaves no room for doub
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Kade POVThe locker room feels suffocating. I’m still in my gear. My gloves and skates are off but everything else untouched, sitting there waiting for the inevitable. Any second now, someone from the league is going to storm in and demand answers, and I’ll have to sit there, listening to them decide my fate like I’m just another problem they need to clean up.The worst part is, my teammates aren’t saying shit. I can feel their stares, hear their low whispers, but no one’s asking me anything. Maybe they don’t know how. Maybe they’re waiting for me to just explain myself, like I owe them that after the shitshow that just unfolded.But I don’t care about any of them. I don’t care about the game. I don’t care about the suspension I know is coming.All I care about is the fact that Rook did this to me.That he put those fucking images up there, made sure the entire world knew I was his, like I was some prized possession he wanted to flaunt.I grip the edge of the bench so hard my fingers
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Kade’s POVNikolai watches me, silent and calculating, like he’s already ten steps ahead and just waiting for me to catch up. His patience is a heavy weight in the room, pressing down on me, suffocating me, making it clear that whatever comes next isn’t up for negotiation.“So what do you want me to say?” My voice is clipped, filled with the frustration I can’t fucking hide.He shrugs, casual as ever, like my entire life isn’t teetering on the edge of disaster. “Tell them it was a casual fling. Something that ended a while ago. Today was nothing more than a misunderstanding, you assumed Rook set it up to humiliate you, but you’ve come to realize you were wrong. He wouldn’t do that.”I scoff, sharp and bitter. “Wouldn’t he?”Nikolai sighs, his expression barely shifting as he glances at Rook, who’s been standing there, arms crossed, tension locked into every inch of his body.Rook shakes his head, his jaw tight. “Seriously? I didn’t fucking do it. We’re done. Why would I risk ruining m
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Kade POVI move. I don’t think, I don’t hesitate, I storm toward the door, my fists clenched, my heart slamming against my ribs so hard it feels like it’s trying to break free from my chest.“I’m going to kill him,” I snarl, my voice raw, shaking with fury. “I swear to fucking god, I’m going to kill him!”I barely make it two steps before Nikolai grabs me. His hand clamps around my arm like a steel vice, yanking me back with such force that I barely register what’s happening before I’m slammed against the wall.The impact knocks the air from my lungs, but I barely feel it. I twist against his grip, my entire body thrashing, but he doesn’t let go.“Let me go!” My voice is a fucking snarl, wild and broken. “You think you can tell me this shit and expect me to just fucking sit here? He murdered my father!”Nikolai doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t even blink. His grip tightens, his face inches from mine, his voice dangerously low. “I am not going to let that happen.”His calmness only fuels my
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Rook’s POVEverything is falling apart.Yesterday’s game was a disaster. The pictures, the fight, the way the entire arena turned to look at us like we were some kind of freak show. Like we weren’t just two rival players but something worse, something scandalous, something they could tear apart.I didn’t want to laugh when Mercer started swinging, but I did. Because for the first time since I pushed him away, I finally existed in his world again. After ages of him acting like I was nothing, like I wasn’t even worth acknowledging, that raw anger, that rage, it was something. Of course, I fucking enjoyed it. Because I’m a mess. Because I’m a sick bastard who takes what he can get, even if it’s a fist to the face.The empty bottle slips from my fingers, crashes against the floor. Glass scatters across the hardwood, but I don’t move. I don’t even blink. I should care, but I don’t. Because all I care about is finding out who leaked those pictures and videos.The screen in front of me is st
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Rook POVI snap.“You don’t fucking get to say that!” I shove him hard, rage flooding through me. “You don’t get to stand there and act like this was ever about protecting me. You raised me to be a fucking weapon, and when I finally did what you wanted, when I finally became exactly what you made me into, you act like it was my fucking choice?”He doesn’t react. He just takes it. Like he knew this was coming, like he’s been waiting for this moment.I shove him again, my breaths coming out ragged, my vision blurring at the edges. “Everything in my life is because of you!” My voice cracks, but I don’t stop. “Everything I lost, everything I had, you fucking destroyed it!”His jaw tightens, but he still doesn’t move, still doesn’t fight back, and that’s what breaks me. Because I want him to. I want him to hit me, to shove me back, to fucking give me an excuse to put my fists through his face.He won’t. He won’t, because he knows.My knees buckle before I even register it, and suddenly I’m
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Kade’s POVThe press conference is tomorrow, and I still don’t know if I’m going.Hockey has always been my life. The dream. The thing I built my entire fucking existence around. But now? Now, I don’t know if I even want it anymore. Every time I lace up my skates, every time I step onto the ice, there’s this weight pressing down on me, this constant reminder that nothing is the same. I can’t focus, can’t play the way I used to, and the thought of spending the rest of the season like this makes me fucking sick.For the first time, I’m considering walking away. Leaving behind the money, the sponsorships, the so-called easy life, and going back home to my mother.Back to the trailer. Back to nothing. Back to a life where every dollar matters, where I’d be working some dead-end job just to scrape by. It sounds like hell.But it also sounds like freedom.Freedom from him.The only reason I haven’t packed my shit and left already is because my mom has been calling me nonstop all week. And I
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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