Freddie Ashford is a famous New York hockey player living the dream. He has money, fame and a serious long-term relationship until someone decided his life was too good. One night out with his teammates changed his life, turning it upside down. Freddie has been accused of a crime he didn’t commit, he lost his friends, his girlfriend, sponsor deals, and he is on the verge of losing his career. Tatum Reid escaped from a controlling and abusive relationship with a hockey player. The only good thing she got from that relationship was her eight-year-old daughter. She promised herself never get involved with a hockey player again, but she finds a new in New York as a PR for a very famous Hockey Team. Her is to make sure the players behave on social media, and she is making her number one priority clearing Freddie’s name. What happens when Tatum’s past comes knocking on her door? Her ex comes to play against the team she works for, and Freddie Ashford tries saving her the same way she is trying to save him. Will Tatum keep her feelings to herself, or will she allow Freddie to penetrate her icy heart and make her happy once more? This is the fourth and final book of The Ashford Brothers Series. This book can be read as a stand-alone, but for better comprehension, it is better to read the other three. The Big Shot, The Joker, The Strong and finally The Jock.
View MoreTatum POV
Three years ago
“Grace, please, I need you to put your shoes on. We’re going to be late,” I shout from the kitchen. I can hear Grace laughing in the living room while I finish getting all the dishes in the dishwasher. I hate leaving the house a mess before I go out, and I know that if things are not clean Thatcher will be upset.
“Grace, I will not say it again,” I shout once more and that’s when I hear a loud bang that makes my heart beat so fast I think I might have a heart attack. I drop everything in the sink and I run out of the kitchen to find Thatcher with his hand closed in a fist and a hole in the wall. Grace’s eyes are wide and the tears are pooling in her eyes. Unfortunately, she knows not to cry.
I run to Grace and pull her into my arms, lifting her from the couch as she rests her head against my shoulder as Thatcher looks at me with our daughter in my arms. My breathing is erratic and my heart rate is so fast, I think my watch will start beeping any minute now.
“I told you I need to sleep,” he says between greeted teeth and I nod slightly, hugging my daughter tighter. Grace is only five, and she already knows to let him sleep and stay quiet. I, on the other hand, forget sometimes, but I know I can take it. I just don’t want him touching my daughter.
Thatcher used to be caring and kind, but since he lost the title of captain of the Hockey team, he plays at; he became a different person. He thinks everyone is out to get him and that includes me. I met him when I interned at the team he was playing in Chicago and we fell in love almost instantly. I got pregnant two months after we got together and he proposed. We eloped and now we are here, five years later.
“Close your eyes, baby,” I whisper into Grace’s ear and she nods slightly and I can feel her little hands holding on tight to my t-shirt.
“I’m sorry, I am just trying to get us out of here quick to let you rest. I have that press conference today and I need to drop Grace off with Mara,” I say as he approaches me. My stomach turns as he pulls Grace away from me.
“Mommy, mommy,” she calls me and I try to hold on to her, but he pulls her away from me. Grace keeps calling for me as he walks into her room and puts her inside, closing the door. I know what is about to happen and I stand still in the middle of the living room.
I can hear Grace crying in the bedroom and my entire body is screaming for me to move, My entire body is telling me to get out of here but my heart is telling me to stay, this is the only way I can stay with my daughter.
Thatcher keeps threatening me. He says he has more money than me, and everyone loves him. No one except Mara knows how he truly is. Abusive and manipulative. I know if we go to court, he will win and Grace will be taken away from me. That is the only reason I am still here. Because he will take her from me and I wouldn’t be able to let him do that.
Thatcher walks back into the living room and he walks straight to me grabbing me by my long hair. He wraps my ponytail around his hand and drags me to the kitchen, where he closes the door. At least he always takes me to the opposite side from where Grace is. Like that, she can’t hear the disgusting things he says to me, and she can’t hear him punching me.
“Why don’t you listen, Tatum? It’s easy to stay silent. Look at you now, quiet,” he says as he shoves me against the kitchen island and I slam my ribs against it. A sharp pain makes me gasp as his hand tights around my upper arm and he punches me in the stomach, making me bend over.
“If you did as you’re told, this wouldn’t happen. This is all your fault,” he says and I nod, trying to make him see that I believe in him, and that he is right. I learned the hard way not to fight back. The first time he hit me, I left, and he begged me to come back. He said he would never do it and for a while, it didn’t happen, but now, anything is an excuse.
“You make me do this. Why can’t you be an obedient little wife?” He asks as I feel a tear rolling down my cheek while he throws me on the floor and grabs me by the hair again. My eyes meet his as he bends down and places one hand on my face, caressing it. I know what is about to come and that is the worst part.
Present day
“Come on Grace, today is mommy’s first day and we can’t be late,” I say and Grace nods as she puts her shoes on. Grace is the happiest little girl to be around. She has just turned eight years old, and she is brilliant. She has good grades and everyone loves her. She is a ray of sunshine.
We moved to New York last week. I found a job as PR to the New York Rangers and today is my first day. I have been following the team on social media for a while now and they have so many PR issues I know I am in for a big rollercoaster ride.
“Grace, come on, get your backpack,” I say and she appears in front of me already with it. The team has a protocol with one of the best schools in New York and they got Grace to transfer there without any issues and I couldn’t be happier.
“Mom, are you going to meet the players today?” Grace asks and I look at her as she holds my hand while we cross the street and I smile.
“Yes, I am meeting them today,” I say and she smiles as she looks at me.
“Can I go with you? I don’t want to go to school,” she says and I stop walking as soon as we reach the sidewalk and get on my knees in front of my daughter as I adjust her scarf.
“What is going on, pumpkin?” I ask and she takes a deep breath as she looks at her feet and when her eyes meet mine, I can see the tears that threaten to spill.
“I don’t want to go to school, I don’t know anyone,” she finally says and I smile as I move my fingers to take the hair from the front of her eyes.
“You will meet everyone and I know they will love you. You are such a special little girl,” I say, and she nods as she looks down again.
“Just today mommy, please,” she begs and I shake my head.
“No Grace, you know I can’t do that, I need to focus at work, and I need you to do your job that is going to school, Please don’t ask again,” I say before I stand straight and hold her hand again as we keep walking. Grace stays quiet all the way to the school gate, and she watches as all the kids run inside.
“I love you, Grace, and I know you are going to be thrilled here, you will meet someone that will be your best friend and will hold your hand when you don’t feel comfortable,” I say and she nods.
“Just like you and Auntie Mara?” She asks and I nod, smiling.
“Just like me and Auntie Mara,” I tell her and she smiles, hugging me tightly before she takes a deep breath, holding on to the straps from the backpack. Grace walks into school and I watch until I can’t see her anymore and I clear the single tear that fell from the corner of my eye.
I’ve known Mara my entire life. Our moms were best friends, so we grew up together, We are only three months apart and we were raised together as sisters, almost. Mara’s mom is like a grandmother to Grace and a mother to me. She took care of me when my parents died when I was ten years old. I had no other family and instead of allowing the system to take me; she became a foster parent so I could stay with her. She was never allowed to legally adopt me, but I know she sees me as a daughter.
A small cab ride later, I am standing in front of the stadium. I smile as I look up to see the New York Rangers’ symbol. I show my card to the security guard and he allows me to come inside. “Tatum, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person,” I hear and I look around to find my boss smiling at me.
I shake his hand as he guides me through the corridors and into his office. I know what I am getting myself into, especially the scandal involving Frederick Ashford. Every player has been put under a microscopic eye. I have been digging deep into everyone’s social media and I can see a few things that I will be deleting. The first thing I will do is hire a social media consultant company to keep track of all the players’ social media so I can focus on clearing the damage made by Frederick Ashford.
“Are you ready to meet the team?” He asks, and I nod as we walk straight to the changing rooms. Working with hockey teams since I finished college makes me highly aware of how these men behave, especially when they realize I am a woman. They think they can seduce their way into my life and make me take it easy on them, well that won’t be happening. I take my job seriously.
“Team, I would like you to meet Tatum, our new PR, and the person who will clean up your messed up lives and make you all regret the stupid things you post on your social media. Welcome her and please, behave,” the boss says as I scan the men in front of me, some with only a towel wrapped around their waists and others still in uniform. I have to say they are all in shape and I can understand why women fall for them so quickly.
Since I got away from Thatcher, I decided never to get involved with a hockey player ever again. They all have more money than sense and I don’t want to go through the same things I did before. I learned my lesson the hard way and I am not making the same mistakes all over again.
Fred POVBeing home with Tatum and Grace is the best feeling in the world. The last couple of months after Tatum went to Mara have been absolutely insane. You see, when you think things happen for a reason; you think always good things, now I think of bad things as well. I never thought I would say the words I am about to say, but I admire Thatcher Hill. The man was a hero and no one will ever know. He died to save his family.After Tatum asked me to distract the police officers during that day, Thatcher came to me and told me the most insane plan. He was so nervous that I actually felt bad for the guy. He told me about Mara’s plan to kill Tatum and how he pretended to be on her side. How he pretended to be in love with Mara so he could find out what she was doing. He figured out a while ago that Mara was losing her shit. So he started playing a part with her. I have to say; the guy was a genius, and I feel bad that Grace lost her father because a woman was obses
Tatum POV“Sit,” Mara says, pointing at the armchair next to me. I look at the chair and then at my daughter, who is so scared. I wish I could just run to her and give her a hug, but Mara is not okay, and she has a gun. I don’t want her to use that. I have nothing to defend myself and I am not stupid enough to do it without a gun.“You see Tatum, you always got everything that I wanted, you always got everyone’s attention while we were growing up, and then in college, all the boys wanted you, and I always thought I was invisible,” she says and I shake my head.“What are you talking about? I was bullied when we were kids. They all made fun of me, and you were always defending me. You know everyone hated me,” I say, and she laughs out loud as she goes back to brushing Grace’s hair.“No. They loved you, and the only way they had to get your attention was by doing that, and I kept them away. You alwa
Tatum POV “I am not letting you leave this apartment on your own,” Fred says, and I cross my arms as I stare directly into his eyes. “Get out of my way Fred, I am being serious, this is about my daughter, and if you don’t understand I have to go alone that’s not my problem, you don’t have kids, you don’t understand, I would do anything for my kid, now move out of my way,” I say and Fred shakes his head. I can see the fear in his eyes, but I honestly don’t care right now. “Grace needs me. If you don’t move right now, I will end our relationship. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t understand my need to save my daughter,” I say, and now he is angry. I can see is in his posture as his entire body stiffens. “Are you for real right now? I just want to go with you. That woman is crazy and I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you,” Fred says, and I take one step toward him. “Are you going to forgive yourself if anything happens to Grace because you are being stubborn and
Fred POV“Fuck, I didn’t want you to find out like this,” I let out through greeted teeth. I bet Thatcher released that information. My management team said they wouldn’t release the information, and they requested the other team to maintain silence about the offer for the contract.“Find out what? That you’re moving to a different country? Or find out that you’re hiding contract offers from me?” Tatum asks me, I can hear the pain in her voice and I know I should’ve told her about what Thatcher is doing, but I was trying to find another way, and then this happened and… Fuck.“I am not going,” I say as I look directly at Thatcher and he shakes his head slightly, watching me. His eyes blazing with anger as Tatum covers her face with her hands. She leans forward and I touch her back, but she moves away from my touch.“You can’t,” she lets out. If I wasn’t paying
Tatum POVI still can’t believe what is happening. Thatcher is going crazy as he walks around the house, pacing, taking deep breaths, and punching walls. He is controlling his anger, even though now would be a good moment to let go and explode, because that’s how I feel and that’s exactly what I want to do. Explode.Everything Thatcher told me about Mara seems so weird to me, I never thought she would be interested in him, she always seemed so annoyed by him, and now it kind of makes sense, if he turned her down for me… No guy turns her down for me. She is amazingly beautiful, bubbly, and the life of the party. I was always bullied and made fun of, shy, and she always took me under her wing.I bet it didn’t feel good for her to be rejected because of her best friend. If I had known, I probably wouldn’t have gotten involved with Thatcher, but then I wouldn’t have Grace. I think Mara would never hurt Grace. She wouldn&rsq
Tatum POVToday has been a day from hell, and I am exhausted. I have been dealing with a girl claiming she is pregnant by one of our guys. He swears he has never seen the girl in his life and this is becoming absolutely stupid. Obviously, DNA test will be done. Why can’t these guys keep it in their pants? Is it that difficult?I am picking up Grace today, Thatcher had a meeting with his management team and I know he can’t tell them he can’t just show up, they are all in negotiations for the new season, who’s staying on the team, who gets transferred. It’s always a very stressful time for everyone involved.I know Fred hasn’t received any transfer offers and I have to say I am happy about that. I don’t know how I would feel if he left New York. I know it’s not impossible, but it would be difficult to maintain a long-distance relationship especially because they travel a lot during the season. Obviously, at some point, he would come to New York and the team would go to wherever he is, b
Fred POVLetting Tatum leave my side is the worst thing I have to do every day. We’re still hiding our relationship from the press and from the public and I am enjoying this time just the two of us, without people knowing, without people making up stories about us.I have to say the most surprising thing that has happened since Tatum and I got together was Thatcher calling me and asking to meet for a chat. And that’s why I am getting ready now. I am going to be face to face with my team captain who hates my guts and loves the woman I love. He thinks he has some stupid claim over her because they have a child together.Even though Tatum says he has been great, not standing in the way and keeping up the appearances she needs, he is not really talking to her. He has been avoiding her like the plague for the last week. I put my watch on before I grab everything else I need before I leave the house.We agreed to meet at the stadium, as it would be the most private place we could be without
Tatum POV“Come, I want you to meet my mother and my brothers officially,” Fred says, and I look at him with horror plastered all over my face. We have been fucking for hours on end inside this room and I bet they know that and he expects me to meet them right after a full-on sex session?“Are you sure now is the best time for us to do this? This room smells of sex, and so do we. We haven’t even showered. I have dry cum down my legs and you expect me to meet your mother?” I say and he chuckles as he lightens up a little. He doesn’t look as sad as he was, but he doesn’t look like his old self as well.I know what happened took a big toll on his life, and I know he will never be the same person he was before. Events like these tend to change a person, and the way it happened is bound to leave a mark on him. Fred will always be associated with Caroline’s suicide. He decided to keep her letter private. He prefers to be seen as the bad guy than to expose her. He is a brave man, a good man,
Tatum POV Julien sent me the address to Fred’s mother’s house. That’s where I am supposed to meet him. The coast is clear there because she is with him and the press won’t be around the house, not when they are not there. His family has been through the scrutiny eye of the press and everyone around them. The amount of scandals they have been going through is unbelievable. Their father is one of the biggest fuck ups in their lives, and I can’t even imagine how they all feel about him, what I read about the man he is a piece of shit and he uses their name and money for many fucked up things. Fred never really talks about him, and when he does, I can hear the hatred in his voice. The man is terrible. The Uber stops at the gate and presses the button, and I lean forward to speak. “How can I help you?’ I hear someone say. “Tea Time,” I say as the code word that Julien told me to say. The gates open and the Uber driver takes me to the front door. The house is gigantic, and I never thought
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