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CHAPTER 126
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2026-10-08 21:27:45
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Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 127
Jarett's povThe 10:00 AM call with the league broadcast committee took place in Helena’s private office, a spacious room lined with dark walnut shelves, historical team memorabilia, and a panoramic view of Midtown.Helena sat behind her glass desk, her laptop set up on a brass stand. I pulled up a high-backed leather chair right beside her, leaning back just enough to keep my face visible to the high-definition webcam mounted on the monitor.When the video link connected, five faces appeared on the split screen.Four of them belonged to executive committee members from various coastal markets. The fifth, positioned dead center in high resolution, belonged to Arthur Elliot. He was sitting in his Toronto office, wearing the same crisp pinstriped suit from the day before, a gold fountain pen resting between his fingers."Good morning, Helena," Elliot said, his voice coming through the conference speakers crisp and deliberate. He didn't acknowledge me for the first three seconds. Then hi
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 126
Jarett's povThe carpet on the forty-fourth floor of our team’s downtown headquarters was so thick it swallowed the sound of my dress shoes entirely.For nine years, my mornings had smelled of damp wool, skate wax, and cheap coffee brewed in a metal urn beside the athletic trainer’s desk. Today, the air smelled of eucalyptus, polished glass, and cold espresso.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in my new office, tightening the knot of my charcoal silk tie. My neck felt restricted—I was used to a lace-up neck collar or an open-collared hoodie—and every muscle in my back was tight. Old habits die hard; at 8:00 AM, my body was conditioned to expect thirty minutes of foam rolling, a quick warm-up on the stationary bike, and a brutal morning skate. Instead, I had a tablet loaded with six hundred pages of financial audits and an 8:30 AM executive committee meeting.A knock sounded on the open door frame.I turned to see Helena leaning against the casing. She looked effortlessly sharp in
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 125
Jarett's povThe silence that settled over the board room after the heavy double doors clicked shut felt heavy, but for the first time in forty-eight hours, the air didn’t feel like smoke.Helena remained seated, her fingers still wrapped around mine. Her grip was tight—tighter than she usually allowed anyone in this building to see—and I could feel the faint tremor in her palm. The polished mahogany table was littered with abandoned water glasses, legal pads, and the lone sheet of paper she had slid into the center of the room like an unexploded grenade."You dropped the 2021 pay cut on him," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as her thumb traced the back of my hand. "I didn’t have that in the briefing notes.""It wasn't in the notes," I said, pulling out the chair next to hers and sitting down. The wool of my suit jacket felt tight across my shoulders. Every time I moved, my body looked for the familiar give of shoulder pads and fight straps. "It was in my head. Elliot t
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 124
Jarrett's pov The board room on the forty-second floor of the league office in Manhattan looked less like hockey and more like a high-end funeral home. Deep mahogany, gray marble, and floor-to-ceiling glass overlooking Central Park.Around the table sat twenty-eight men and two women who between them owned roughly eighty billion dollars worth of real estate, media conglomerates, and sports franchises.And then there was me, in my navy tailored suit, wearing a wristwatch instead of hockey tape.Elliot, the owner of the Toronto franchise, sat at the head of the mahogany oval like a judge who had already decided the sentence. He was seventy, wore pinstripes, and looked at me the same way he looked at stadium trash after a playoff loss."This board exists to maintain the integrity of the league, Helena," Elliot said, tapping his pen against a heavy leather dossier. "You cannot simply sign over forty-nine percent of an NHL franchise to a player who was taking shift changes forty-eight hou
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 123
Jarrett's pov Telling Marcus Vance you’re marrying his daughter and taking half his hockey franchise isn’t something you prepare for by putting on a tie. But Helena insisted, which meant I spent twenty minutes in front of a mirror in a cabin bathroom trying to reconcile six-foot-three of scar tissue with silk.The drive to the Vance estate was silent. Not the heavy, angry kind of quiet, but the kind where two people are running tactical playbooks in their heads.Helena had her iPad resting on her thigh, the glow lighting up her jaw. "He’s going to attack the equity first," she said, not looking up. "He’ll claim I gave away controlling interest out of emotional fatigue after the Championship.""Can he block it?" I asked, keeping my hands at ten and two on the wheel."Legally? No. The franchise transfer was finalized yesterday when I signed the registry. Financially? He can make life miserable for our line of credit before the board meeting." She finally looked at me, taking in the tie
Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance CHAPTER 122
Jarrett's pov I woke up to her ring on my chest.Not Helena. Just the ring. She must have taken it off in the night and set it on my sternum, like she was marking territory.That was very Helena.I could smell coffee and pine and her shampoo on the pillow next to me. The lake outside was that cold, blue morning color that made you want to stay in bed. Or, in my case, get up before she did something crazy like propose back with a Zamboni.She was on the porch in my hoodie, knees tucked up, mug in both hands, watching the fog lift off the water. She turned when she heard the screen door, and her smile hit differently then. Not just soft. Settled."Morning, husband-to-be," she said."Morning, owner." I sat down and stole her coffee. "Did you sleep?""No. I kept waiting to wake up from it. Kept thinking I'd imagined you kneeling on that dock.""You didn't imagine the knee pain, I can promise you that." I winced. "I'm gonna need ice and an apology from this house."She laughed and then di
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