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CHAPTER 8- IF YOU'RE A GOOD BOY, I'LL LET YOU JOIN IN
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CHAPTER 170It had been two days since Marcus dragged him into that greasy diner, but the cold, heavy weight of that conversation was still sitting right on Raphael’s chest.He was still sleeping on Big Mike’s sofa—waking up every morning with a stiff neck and the stale smell of Kowalski’s laundry floating through the hallway. Marcus’s words kept looping in his head like an annoying background track. He’s terrified, Raph. He reached for the emergency brake because he was drowning.Raphael knew that. Deep down, he knew Liam was losing his mind under the pressure. But every time Raphael looked across the locker room and saw Liam’s face—stone-cold, impassive, completely locked behind that rigid Captain armor—his jaw just tightened right back up.It wasn't even about petty pride anymore. It was the fear.If Raphael just backed down now, if he brushed it under the rug and let Liam off the hook, what happened the next time things got heavy? Was Liam always going to push him out whenever li
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CHAPTER 169The overhead projector clicked off, plunging the film room into a brief, dim twilight before the fluorescent ceiling lights hummed back to life.Around Raphael, the guys were already stretching their legs, groaning as they stood up from the padded folding chairs, tossing empty foam cups into the trash can by the door. Raphael took his time zipping his notebook into his duffel bag, keeping his shoulder turned firmly toward the wall.He didn't look across the room. He didn't have to. He could feel Liam’s presence over by the whiteboard like a localized weather system—cold, heavy, and full of static.Raphael stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder, his mind involuntarily sliding back over the last fourteen hours.Sleeping on Big Mike’s lumpy couch had been hell. The apartment smelled like stale protein powder and cheap body spray, Kowalski had snored loud enough to rattle the drywall until four in the morning, and Raphael had spent the entire night staring at the water s
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CHAPTER 168Liam was the first one on the ice.He had his skates tied ten minutes before the scheduled team practice, his helmet snapped tight, gliding in tight, aggressive circles around the center ice logo. He was trying to get his mind right, trying to force the heavy, suffocating beating out of his chest and replace it with the cold, familiar rhythm of the game.He was the Captain. He had made an executive call for the sake of the team, and he needed to set the pace from the second the rest of the squad stepped onto the ice.The double doors near the entrance swung open, and soon the heavy stomping of skates hit the ice.Liam slowed his stride, turning his head to watch the guys filter out. Kowalski was loudly arguing about some fantasy football trade, and right beside him was Big Mike—and Raphael.Raphael was leaning in toward Mike, a low, genuine laugh rumbling out of his chest, his eyes crinkled at the corners as Big Mike gestured wildly with his stick. He looked completely re
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CHAPTER 167The drive back to the apartment was dead quiet. Probably because this was the first time he was driving alone in a long time.He didn't turn on the radio. He just gripped the steering wheel at ten and two, his knuckles turning white, staring straight down the empty asphalt. The heater hummed a low, steady drone in the dashboard, but the cold, prickly irritation under his skin wouldn't go away.He had done the right thing. He knew he had. It was a logical, adult decision made under insane pressure. Coach was breathing down his neck, the scouts were going to be there, and the team needed a solid Captain, not someone whose brain was turned to mush. If Raphael couldn't see that Liam needed a clear head for the biggest scouting weekend of their lives, then that was on him.Liam pulled into the complex parking lot, killed the engine, and grabbed his gym bag off the passenger seat. He took the stairs instead, two at a time, shoved his key into the lock, and pushed open the front
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CHAPTER 166Liam stayed buried in the crook of Raphael’s neck for a long, quiet minute, letting the solid heat radiating off Raphael’s body sink right through the lingering chill in his own skin. The silence in the empty locker room didn't feel suffocating anymore; it just felt still, heavy with the quiet rhythm of their breathing.The sheer weight of the morning—Coach’s firm, unyielding reality check, the sloppy performance on the ice, and the exhausting effort of putting on that invincible Captain armor for the guys—felt a little less crushing with Raphael’s broad hands pinned flat against his back.Liam let out one last, ragged breath, his forehead scraping against the soft cotton of Raphael’s shirt before he forced his legs to hold his own weight again.He pulled back slowly, his hands resting on Raphael’s chest for support before sliding down to his sides. He didn't avoid Raphael's eyes this time. His chest was still rising and falling in uneven hitches, but the stiff, defensive
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CHAPTER 165Liam decided to stop staring into those dark eyes. He walked robotically to his locker and started stripping off his gear. He stuffed his elbow pads into the bottom of his heavy duffel. His knuckles were white against the zip, his teeth clamped so tight together his jaw muscles ached.He could feel Raphael sitting there. He could feel those dark, unblinking eyes burning a hole straight through his back, tracking every tense, twitchy movement Liam made.Just pack the bag and get out of here, Liam told himself, his pulse hammering a erratic, chaotic rhythm in his throat. The sheer, hot humiliation of the morning was still coiled tight in his gut like a hard lump. Coach’s brutal tearing-out on the ice, the whispers, the sheer vulnerability of being exposed as a shitty and unfocused leader—Raph had watched every single second of it. And worst of all, they both knew why Liam’s brain had been mush in the first place.Liam pulled his jacket off the hook, unzipping it with a loud
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The bass thumped through the walls of The Icehouse, the team’s favorite upscale club downtown. Neon blue and white lights pulsed across the crowded dance floor, reflecting off glass tables and mirrored columns like shards of ice. The Wolves had reserved the entire VIP section — bottle service flowi
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The arena lights hummed overhead as the team took the ice for morning practice. The cold air bit at Liam’s exposed skin, but he welcomed it. it sharpened his focus. He skated out first, stick tapping against the ice, calling out positions for the warm-up drills. Captain’s job. Always had been.Raph
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Liam’s eyes snapped open at 4:07 AM, the same time his internal alarm had gone off for years. The room was still dark, the city outside the window quiet except for the occasional distant hum of traffic. He lay there for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling, before the weight of the new realit
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Liam paced the length of his apartment like an animal on heat, the city lights glittering mockingly through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The victory high from last night had curdled into something sour and heavy in his chest. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard Raphael’s voice, low, mocking, f
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