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Forty: Debt paid

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"He's not as innocent as you think," he says, his hand disappearing from my breasts and gliding down my stomach. A spark of lust zaps through me when he caresses my skin before lowering his hand to my jeans.

I want to stop him, but my hands remain still. Not restrained — because I could easily raise them and push him off, or at least try to. But I don't do any of that. Instead, I allow him to continue, my nerves fraying and my heartbeat thundering with excitement.

"Do you always question people
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  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Ninety-Six: The sealed envelope

    DEVIN.I cannot stop thinking about what Whitney told us yesterday. The moved notebook. The disappearing message. The man watching her from across the street. None of it feels random anymore. Every clue keeps pointing toward the same thing. Someone knows we are getting closer to the truth, and they are trying to scare us into giving up. That is exactly why I decide I cannot wait any longer.Instead of going home after school, I walk toward the old student activities building behind the gym. Most students never come here anymore because a newer office replaced it years ago. The windows are dusty, and the hallways smell like old paper and wood. I remember the elderly librarian once mentioning that some records were never moved when the school renovated the archives. It is a long shot, but right now every long shot matters.The front office is empty except for an old janitor pushing a mop across the floor. He looks up as I step inside."Can I help you?""I hope so," I say politely. "I'm

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Ninety-five: Someone is watching

    WHITNEYThe loud crash at the arena stays in my head long after Carlos and I leave that evening. We search every hallway together, even checking the locker room and the equipment storage, but we find nothing except a fallen metal cart lying on its side. Carlos says it could have fallen by itself, but neither of us truly believes that. I keep looking over my shoulder as I walk home, unable to shake the feeling that someone must have been following us. Even after I lock my bedroom door that night, I cannot sleep because every small sound makes my heart race.The next morning, I decide I am letting my imagination get the better of me. I tell myself that I am only nervous because everything I believed has fallen apart. Before leaving for school, I hide my investigation notebook beneath a stack of old textbooks inside my desk drawer. I know exactly where I leave it because I carefully line up the books before closing the drawer. It makes me feel a little better, as if I have protected the

  • IN BED WITH THE RUTHLESS HOCKEY CAPTAIN   Ninety-Four: No longer enemies

    WHITNEY. The message from Whitney surprises me more than I want to admit."Can we meet after school? I want to compare what we've found."I read it twice before replying."The arena. After practice. The bleachers will be empty."She agrees almost immediately.The entire practice, I can barely focus. We are preparing for the regional tournament, and Coach keeps reminding us that every mistake matters. I do my best to stay locked in, but my mind keeps drifting back to Whitney. A few months ago, she wanted nothing more than to destroy me. Now she is choosing to meet me on her own. I never thought I would live long enough to see that happen.When practice ends, I wait in the empty arena.The lights above the ice shine brightly, making the rink look peaceful. The seats are empty, and the silence feels strange after hours of skates scraping across the ice. I place a folder on the bleachers and wait. A few minutes later, the doors open, and Whitney walks in carrying her backpack and a noteb

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    DEVIN.I cannot stop thinking about the names Whitney found.Every volunteer who works beside Carlos and Jayden seems to disappear after the assault. Some transferred schools, some graduated early, and others vanished so completely that it feels like they never exist at all. That is not normal, and the more I think about it, the more I believe those students know something everyone else has forgotten—or has been forced to forget.After two days of sending messages, I finally get a reply. It comes from a former volunteer named Rachel.Her message is short."One hour. Small café near the train station. Don't bring anyone."My heart starts beating faster.I quickly text Whitney."I found someone willing to talk. I’ll be meeting her privately.”She replies almost immediately."Be careful."I arrive at the café fifteen minutes early.The place is quiet, with only a few customers drinking coffee while soft music plays in the background. Every time the door opens, I look up. I expect someone

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

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

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  • 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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