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Craving the wrong Captain 89
AUTHOR’S POV.A bleak, gray overcast blocked the afternoon sun.Davies sat on a hard wooden bench in the waiting area of the university administration building. He wore a plain black hoodie and faded jeans. A thick white bandage covered the jagged cut on his forehead. Dark purple bruises painted a grim mask across his jawline and right cheekbone. Every time he took a deep breath, his injured ribs sent a sharp, agonizing spike of pain through his torso.He stared at the blank wall opposite his bench. He felt nothing. The alcohol burned out of his system hours ago, leaving behind a hollow, empty void.A heavy oak door creaked open."Mr. Vance," a stern female secretary called out from the doorway. She held a digital tablet, peering at him over the rim of her reading glasses. She did not bother hiding her disgust. "The disciplinary panel is ready for you."Standing up required a massive effort. His joints ached, protesting the movement. He stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of his h
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AUTHOR’S POV. "You broke our son."The words echoed in the grand foyer of the sprawling estate. Stepping through the front double doors, his mother dropped her designer purse onto the marble floor. The expensive leather hit the stone with a dull thud. Her hands shook with a violent tremor. She just left the downtown police precinct, leaving her battered boy to face a cold, empty apartment all by himself.Her husband walked out of his private study. He held a crystal glass filled with amber liquor. He wore his tailored silk robe, projecting the image of a king unbothered by the peasants outside his castle."Stop overthinking this," the patriarch commanded, taking a sip of his drink. He did not even look at her shaking hands. "He got into a bar fight. College boys get into fights all the time. It is a minor bump in the road.""A minor bump?" she asked, her voice cracking. A fierce, wild anger replaced the usual poised elegance she carried. She marched across the foyer, stopping just a
Craving the wrong Captain 87
AUTHOR’S POVThe bell above the diner door jingled, signaling the arrival of another hungry customer."Order up! Three burgers, heavy on the grease, side of rings!" the line cook yelled, slamming a metal bell on the service window.Maya wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead using the back of her wrist. She grabbed a large plastic tray, balancing the three heavy plates loaded with fried food. The diner smelled like burnt bacon and cheap floor cleaner. Sizzling grease popped from the flat top grill, adding a thick layer of heat to the cramped space.She navigated the narrow aisle, dodging a busboy carrying a tub of dirty dishes. Her feet throbbed with a dull, persistent ache. Wearing cheap sneakers for a ten-hour shift felt like walking on broken glass.Approaching a corner booth, she offered a practiced, hollow smile. Three men in dirty construction gear sat around the table, laughing loudly."Here you go, gentlemen," Maya announced, setting the plates down one by one. "Three bacon b
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AUTHOR’S POV"I am telling you for the last time, man. She has not been here in three days."The barista wiped down the espresso machine with a dirty rag, offering a look of pure pity. Standing inside the small, off-campus coffee shop, Davies felt the remaining air leave his lungs. He wore a dark hoodie pulled low over his bandaged forehead, ignoring the whispers from the college students sitting in the corner booths. They pointed their phones in his direction, no doubt snapping pictures of the disgraced, suspended hockey captain.He turned around and pushed through the glass door, stepping out into the freezing autumn wind.Getting suspended from the team shattered his identity, but losing Maya ripped his actual soul apart. Without hockey, he possessed endless hours to obsess over his massive mistakes. He spent the entire afternoon tearing the city apart, hunting for a single trace of her existence. He drove his black truck to the campus library, checking the secluded third-floor stu
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AUTHOR’S POVHe did not flinch. He did not offer a single denial. Instead, he set his glass down on the silver tray, meeting her angry gaze with uncompromising authority."I pulled the strings," he admitted without a trace of guilt. "Nathan and his little girlfriend came to me with a plan. They offered to steal the documents and ruin her trust. I agreed to fund the operation and guarantee Nathan the captaincy as a reward. The puppet danced, and the problem disappeared. I liked it. It was clean and effective.""You liked it?" she gasped, her voice rising in sheer horror. She stared at the man she married, seeing a ruthless monster standing in his place. "You paid a rival player to humiliate your own son on the public internet? You destroyed his heart just to win an argument?""I saved his future!" he fired back, slamming an open palm against the smooth wood of the desk. The sudden noise echoed like a gunshot in the quiet room. "He was ready to throw our entire family legacy away for a
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AUTHOR’S POV."Hold his shoulders down before he rips the stitches out!"A frantic doctor shouted over the chaotic noise of the emergency room, pressing a blood-soaked gauze pad against a jagged cut on Davies's forehead. Bright fluorescent lights glared from the ceiling, casting a harsh white glow over the sterile trauma bay. The smell of iodine mixed with the sour stench of cheap whiskey.Davies thrashed against the paper-covered mattress. His massive frame required two male nurses to keep him pinned. A fresh wave of agony radiated from his bruised ribs, but the physical pain felt like a minor scratch compared to the massive void rotting inside his chest. He threw another wild punch at a rival frat boy an hour ago, turning a local pub into a warzone of shattered glass and broken furniture. The fight offered a temporary distraction. Now, the adrenaline was fading, leaving nothing but the crushing reality of Maya packing her bags and walking away."Get off me," Davies growled, his voic
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