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CAN YOU LIKE... CHILL CAP?

Author: NABI CD
last update publish date: 2026-09-14 22:44:10

Chapter 126

Look at him, Liam’s mind screamed, a sudden, blinding spike of annoyance surging right up into his chest. Sitting in my arena, wearing my boyfriend’s clothes, watching us like he belongs in the family photo. Raphael brought him into my fucking rink.

The white-hot rage flared so violently under Liam’s skin that when the puck settled onto his stick, he didn't pass it clean to Fred.

He ripped a wrist shot directly at Fred’s skates with lethal, uncalled-for velocity.

CRACK.

Fred barel
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