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Firty-Three: Out with a friend

Author: Reina’s ink
last update publish date: 2026-05-30 17:04:09

"You coming?" Carl looks back from the driver's side when I don't step out of the car like he just did.

I shake my head firmly. "Absolutely not."

He frowns, curious, holding the side of the door and peering at me. "Why not?"

"The last thing I want is to be seen with you," I say, even though I'm barely known in this part of town. Hell, no one aside from my two friends would even recognize me off-campus, and yet I'm talking like I'm some celebrity desperately trying to hide from the paparazzi.

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  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Hundred and thirty - four: Trouble

    CARL"How many are they?" I ask my friend, Jake, as I blow out a thick cloud of smoke into the air."Thirty to forty," he replies. "They keep adding up every day, boss." He runs a hand through his shoulder-length black hair and sighs with exasperation.I assess Jake’s demeanor from where he sits across from me in my office. He’s tense and worried — probably about the outcome of this conversation.Some gang members we entrusted with our products have refused to pay what they owe. They keep giving me excuses about bad sales, yet they recruit more men daily. Crazy, isn't it? Especially since I know those men don’t come cheap.Torrell Martin, the gang leader, is probably scheming something — maybe a takeover, since he’s always wanted my position in the Bratva. I’m not sure, but I’m not about to sit around with my guards down.After a minute of contemplation, I instruct firmly, “Blow up their warehouse when they're still in it.” I inhale a lungful of nicotine as Jake's green eyes match min

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Hundred and thirty - three: Movie night

    Cece and I are already getting along pretty well. think she likes me — a lot. Maybe I can use that knowledge to exploit our friendship and get her to help me escape — without her realizing, of course. I think to myself as I pace the length of my bedroom.Then I halt in my steps and shake my head, uncertain if that’ll work.I'm thinking too desperately at this point. I need to get my head straight and think of something solid.Cause the more I delay, the worse it gets and the harder it becomes to escape. To escape him.I can't. I seriously can't endure this anymore.It’s been three days since that incident at breakfast. Also three days since I last saw Carl—can’t say I’m not grateful for that. Cece told me he went out of town for business again, but I suspect there’s more to the story than she let on.She triggered something in him, and maybe he just left home to clear his head, and also urges to deal with his sister for mentioning a name she probably shouldn't have.Cause after his ou

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Hundred and thirty - two: Urgent need

    I watch, momentarily entranced, as Carl settles his weight into the seat, gripping the table’s edge as he effortlessly pushes himself forward to get comfortable, his aura thick in the atmosphere.My pulse quickens, and I can literally feel it throbbing beneath the tender skin at the base of my neck. My breaths hitch quietly nonstop — one after another. And I feel as though I'm going to be sick from the emotions tightening my chest.I mentally try to free myself from the trance, but it feels nearly impossible.No — I can't.Not with the way his gaze is now fixed on me — staring and taking in every inch of my appearance, or whatever it is he’s so intent on observing. His expression is unreadable, as usual.My fingers fumble restlessly in my lap, anxiety playing soccer and scoring goals against my composure.God, why do I feel so nervous?It’s just him here, no one else. I saw him last night, didn’t I?There’s nothing new about him — aside from the fact that he’s currently dressed in a w

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Hundred and thirty -one: Taunted

    I painfully look forward to the day when I no longer have to wake up to my cruel reality — being married to a man I barely know anything about.I look forward to the day when I no longer have to feel anxious about my safety or freedom.I look forward to the day I’ll wake up in my apartment back in Los Angeles, where my peace of mind reigns supreme.And until that day comes, I’m not sure I’ll ever be excited to experience a new sunrise — since I already know it’s just the renewal of my suffering and mental struggles. A fresh reminder that I’m still trapped where I’m not supposed to be, because of my supposed family’s betrayal.“Arise and shine, sleepyhead… Sorry, I meant sleepy wifey!”The loud, excited feminine voice shattering the tranquility in the room is quickly followed by harsh rays of sunlight streaming through, piercing my closed lids and nearly exploding my brain from the sensitivity.The fuck?My temples throb with discomfort as I groan and exhale.The scent of cinnamon and

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Hundred and thirty: Isolated

    Days have passed by and rolled into a week since I got discharged from the hospital.Apparently, I was unconscious for a few days when I got admitted since I had a concussion from my accident, the bandage currently wrapped around my head evident enough.It’s been a week since I last saw any of them, especially him.He left home after stationing two extra bodyguards outside my room, and you’re damn right you know who they are — Tory and Cole.Cole has made a firm vow to Carl that he’ll protect and watch over me and make sure I don’t attempt escaping again. It’s his way of making it up to the boss for trusting my lies the first time. And you’re damn right Cole hates my guts. So he’s more than happy to do the job.They stand outside my door twenty-four-seven.I haven’t seen Carl again since he brought me back home from the hospital six days ago.Well, I was told he left home for another business trip. Now I’m realizing what Skylar said about him always traveling.Anyway, I can’t say I’m

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Hundred and twenty-nine: Difficulties

    Carl is on the phone when I re-enter his office. The coffee mug in my hand, I carefully walk over to his desk so as not to spill a drop because I don't want him telling me to make another cup just because I wasn't careful enough with this one.I place the mug down, avoiding eye contact with him. I feel grateful he's busy speaking to someone on the phone, so I have no reason to entertain his annoying presence anymore.However, just as I'm about to turn on my heel and bolt out of here, he motions a finger in the air, signaling for me to wait.A frown quickly settles on my face, and I release a weary sigh as I shoot him a scowl. But he returns it with a glare of his own, making my heart skip a beat.I swallow, quickly fixing my expression as I clasp my hands in front of me, standing still and waiting as instructed."Shut the hell up, Alec. Come to my office now," Carl sneers at his consigliere, who I believe is on the other end of the phone.I watch him with interest, genuinely curious a

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Fifty-One: Last time was a mistake.

    "You have until the count of five to decide," he adds, and I still stubbornly hesitate.I was hoping I'd finally come up with a wise choice during his little counting spree, but the bastard completely catches me off guard.Sighing in resignation, he declares, "Five."Motherfucker didn't even count.

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Twenty eight: starting over

    Two days ago, I meant it when I said I was starting over. For someone who's been so hellbent on getting revenge from the start, I think I'm doing pretty well at letting go so easily. Or that's what I like to believe.I've been so obsessed with finding justice for my friend to the extent that I forg

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Twenty four — It's what he wants

    "What?" Ava's bewildered exclamation cuts me out of my trance. "Selective amnesia?""Yes," Dave affirms solemnly. "We are hoping he recovers from it soon."Disbelief courses through me as I process the bad news. God, I can't believe it.A tidal wave of disappointment crashes over me, washing away t

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Twenty three — He doesn't remember

    My heart pounds with both elation and relief on our ride to the hospital. Ava clearly shares my emotions, judging by the grin etched across her face as she navigates the road."I told you this would all be over soon, Whit. Now look— Fuck, I'm so happy." She blasts the horn by accident, prompting me

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