LOGINThe corridor was dim, lit only by the sconces Adrian never let the staff turn off. At the far end, outside Eli’s room, Noah sat slumped in a straight-backed chair with his head tipped against the wall. Marta knelt in front of him, her case open on the carpet, a basin of pink water at her knee.Chase had seen Noah hurt before. He hadn’t seen this.His shirt had been cut open down one side and hung off his shoulder in strips. The skin beneath it was the color of old fruit, blooming dark from armpit to hip, and one forearm was swollen so badly the sleeve had been sliced away. Blood had dried in a line from his temple to his jaw, and Marta was working at it with a gauze pad, slowly, the way you clean something you’re afraid to break. Noah’s hand was spread over his ribs. Every breath caught at the top.“Hold still,” Marta murmured.“I am.”“You’re shaking.”“I’m cold.”It was not cold. Chase could feel the heat of the house from where he stood. He gripped the doorframe until the wood bit
The collection was supposed to be simple.Adrian’s instructions had come with a name and an apartment number, and no explanation. A mid-level dealer had been skimming, and Noah was to collect what he owed and come back. The two guards stayed in the SUV, because, as one of them put it, a scholarship kid in a hoodie was less alarming than a man in a suit.It was the dealer’s brother who changed that. He had been in the back room the whole time, and he came out with a length of pipe and the particular calm of someone who had decided in advance how this would end.Noah remembered the first swing mostly as a sound. His ribs gave a dull, wet crack, and the wall rushed up to meet his face. He got his forearm up for the second and felt it all the way to his teeth. After that he stopped counting and did arithmetic instead. A dead dealer’s brother was a problem Adrian would punish him for. A fight he won too hard was a problem the police would punish him for. Neither was something Eli could sur
"Noah."Coach Jenkins stood near the boards with his arms crossed, watching the players skate their warm-up laps. Noah pushed away from the boards and glided toward him."Yeah?""You’re on limited practice. You've got twenty minutes."He frowned. "Twenty? Coach, I’m fine. I can handle more.""I didn't ask if you could handle more." Jenkins looked him directly in the eye and Noah's jaw tightened. "You skate twenty minutes without chasing hits or overextending. Don't try to prove anything." he gave Noah a look and pointed toward the ice. "Go."Noah groaned and stepped on the ice. The wound in his thigh had started healing, the stitches had been removed, and the swelling had reduced. But every stride still pulled at the injured muscle and every hard stop sent a dull ache through his leg. If he pushed too aggressively, his body would remind him that it wasn't ready.Noah chose to ignore it. He had been waiting for days to return back on the ice. The one place where he could pretend he was
Chase laid on his back for almost an hour, staring at the ceiling. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Noah walking through the foyer, covered in blood. He had no new messages and no missed calls from Noah and he had spent the entire night wanting to go after him, but he hadn't because for once, wanting something hadn't been enough.Noah had told him to stay away so he stayed away. It was the hardest thing he'd ever done because he understood why. There were some things he couldn't fix by forcing his way into them. He turned onto his side and stared into the darkness.He wanted to do something. Anything. But rushing into his father’s office and demanding answers accomplished nothing. His father didn't respond to anger, he responded to power, leverage and control and Chase had nothing comparable. Not yet. He had his name, his hockey career, his education and his family's money, but every one of those things belonged, in some way, to his father. He couldn't protect Noah and he coul
The first few minutes in the warehouse were almost too easy, and that should have warned him. The air smelled of dust, old grease and something metallic. They found the package exactly where Adrian said it would be, a black case resting beneath a metal table near the far wall. Noah stared at it. "That's it?"One of the guards nodded. "Take it."Noah crouched and lifted the case, it was heavier than it looked. He turned and almost immediately, he heard the door lock and his stomach dropped. The guard beside him immediately reached for his weapon."What the…"The lights came on and six men stepped out from behind the pillars, armed. Noah's heart slammed against his ribs and everything after that happened at once. Someone shouted, a gunshot cracked through the warehouse, and Noah dropped behind the nearest stack of crates, the case clutched tight against his chest as the two guards returned fire. The men scattered, someone cursed and another shot rang out, closer this time. Noah presse
Noah knew something was wrong the moment Adrian summoned him and it wasn’t just about the timing. He stood outside the study with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, waiting for someone to let him in.He was tired and it wasn’t just about the lack of sleep as his body still carried the evidence of the previous assignment. The bruise along his ribs, the shallow cut near his jaw, the gash in his thigh and the ache in his shoulder whenever he moved it too quickly. It was nothing Adrian would care about.The door opened and one of Adrian's men stepped aside. "Mr. Voss is expecting you."Noah walked in and stopped several feet away. Adrian sat behind his desk, reading something on a tablet. He didn't look up."You called."Adrian continued reading for a few seconds before he placed the tablet down. "Close the door."Noah did and came back to where he had been standing. Adrian studied him, his eyes moved briefly over Noah's face, his posture, and the slight stiffness in his sho
By the time Noah reached the university, morning had already settled in fully, bright and indifferent to everything he had endured just hours before. the school felt like a different world entirely, much too normal and too untouched. He knew he was late and he didn’t need to check the time to confi
The icy night air struck Noah the moment he stepped outside the building, filling his lungs with a cold that felt almost deliberate, and it was not just the temperature. It was the kind of cold that seemed to carry intent, as if the night itself were watching him.Behind him, the door closed with a
There were cracks in the ceiling. Noah had already counted them three times already. They stretched like thin veins across the pale surface, splitting, branching, disappearing into shadows where the weak bulb in the corner couldn’t reach. He looked at them with unfocused eyes, his body still, as if
The ice rink was alive with violence, not the kind that drew blood. Not yet. But the kind that lived in the sharp crack of sticks, the violent scrape of blades carving into ice, and the thunder of bodies slamming into the boards hard enough to make the glass tremble. Cold air bit at exposed skin, c







