Mag-log inHailey's pov I couldn’t breathe in that house anymore.Roy’s soft snores from the bedroom, the sterile smell of bandages, the way Ryan kept pacing like a caged tiger—it all pressed in on me until I felt like I was suffocating under the weight of what Brighton had stolen.My man—my strong, unbreakable hockey captain—was lying broken because of that snake.And no one was doing anything about it.Not the police. Not the school. Not even the Williams empire could move fast enough.I had to do something.I slipped out of bed like a shadow in some bad revenge movie, pulling on black leggings, a black hoodie and tying my hair back in a fierce ponytail that screamed “don’t mess with me.”I grabbed the keys to my car..the one they’d just fixed after the brake sabotage..and tiptoed down the hall.Of course, I didn’t make it to the garage.A strong arm caught me around the waist just as I reached for the door handle.“And where do you think you’re going, princess?” Ryan’s voice was low, dangero
Hailey's pov Morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, wrapping the room in a lazy haze. I woke slowly, cocooned between Roy and Ryan—their bodies warm, arms draped over me like they never wanted to let go.Roy stirred first, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Morning, beautiful.”Ryan’s hand slid up my thigh, lips brushing my shoulder. “Our queen deserves to be spoiled today.”And they did.They pampered me like I was something precious—Roy carrying me to the bathroom when my legs felt like jelly, drawing a bubble bath while Ryan fed me bites of fresh fruit from the tray he’d brought up. They washed my hair, massaged my sore muscles, kissed every faint mark from last night like apologies and worship all at once.I felt like royalty—cherished, adored, floating on a cloud of contentment.After breakfast in bed (pancakes shaped like hearts, because Ryan insisted), they surprised me with swimsuits laid out on the dresser.“Pool day,” Roy said, grinning. “Private
Hailey's pov The afterglow barely settled before the hunger resurfaced—darker this time, edged with something raw and possessive. I lay between them, skin flushed and sensitive, every breath reminding me how thoroughly they’d claimed me moments ago.Ryan’s eyes met Roy’s over my shoulder—a silent conversation, electric and unspoken. Ryan’s smirk curled slow and dangerous as he reached for the nightstand drawer.The silk ties spilled into his palm—deep crimson, cool and slippery, whispering promises as he let them trail across my collarbone.My pulse spiked instantly.Roy’s hand closed around my wrist, thumb pressing into the frantic beat there. “You feel that?” he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through my chest. “Your heart’s racing already. You want this.”I swallowed, nodding before words could form. “Yes.”Ryan leaned in, lips brushing my ear, breath hot and deliberate. “Say it louder, princess. Tell us you want to be tied up. Helpless. Completely at our mercy.”The wo
Hailey's pov The final buzzer sounded like freedom.Roy’s team crushed the opposition—clean sweep, no suspicious plays, no accidents. Ryan’s security had been ironclad; the Vargas never showed. Brighton was nowhere in sight.Roy skated a victory lap, helmet off, hair soaked with sweat, eyes finding me in the stands. He pointed his stick right at me, that rare, full grin breaking across his face. The crowd roared, but all I saw was him.We won tonight.By the time we got home—the real home, not the safe house—the adrenaline still hummed in our veins like electricity begging to arc. Ryan was already there, waiting in the driveway, arms crossed, relief etched in his features when he saw us pull up safe.He pulled me into a crushing hug first, lips brushing my ear. “You okay, princess?”“Better now,” I whispered, clinging to him.Roy came around the truck, slamming the door. The three of us tangled in the doorway—no words at first, just the raw need to feel each other alive.Inside, the
Hailey's pov The final bell couldn’t come soon enough. Roy was waiting for me outside the rink doors, truck idling, eyes scanning the lot like he expected trouble to materialize out of thin air. When he saw me, the tension in his shoulders eased just a fraction. He opened the passenger door, helped me in with a careful hand on my waist, and brushed a soft kiss against my temple before closing it.The drive home started quiet. Too quiet. Both of us still buzzing from what happened in the showers—every glance in the rearview mirror, every shift of his hand on the gearshift reminded me of hot water, slick skin, his body driving into mine.I watched the way his forearm flexed when he turned the wheel, the way his jaw clenched when he thought I wasn’t looking. My thighs pressed together involuntarily, heat pooling low in my belly.He noticed. Of course he did.His right hand left the wheel and settled on my bare knee, thumb stroking slow circles. Higher. Higher. Until his fingers slipped
Hailey's pov We didn’t go home.Roy took back roads, doubling back twice to make sure no headlights followed. My hands shook the entire drive, adrenaline crashing into cold fear. He kept one hand on the wheel, the other locked around mine like a lifeline.As soon as we hit a straight stretch, he dialed Ryan on speaker.“It’s the Vargas,” Roy said without greeting. “Brighton’s working with them. Planning to take me out at tomorrow’s game—equipment sabotage, maybe worse. They gave him a gun. We were spotted. Shots fired.”Ryan’s voice was deadly calm. “How many?”“Four. Armed. They’ll come hard now.”A beat of silence. “Get to the safe house. I’m rallying everyone—our guys, allies, whoever owes us. This ends tomorrow.”Roy nodded even though Ryan couldn’t see. “Brighton’s desperate. Hailey’s dad must’ve cut him off—no more money, no more cover.”I stared out the window, pieces clicking. Dad had always liked Brighton—saw him as “good stock.” But after the scandals, the company collapse…







