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I should have known something was wrong when I didn't see my name on the guest list. Jeriah hadn't told me about the press conference. I found out the same way everyone else did. A notification on my phone that morning. Volkov Sports signing ceremony. Jeriah Hart officially joining the team. Red carpet. Cameras. The whole thing. I even had to show the security guards multiple photos of us together before he finally let me in. Seven years together and he forgot to mention it. I told myself he was probably nervous. That he had a lot going on. That I would show up, surprise him, and he would pull me close in front of the cameras and say something about how I was the reason he made it this far. That was my whole thought on the train over. The venue was packed when I arrived. Suits and cameras everywhere. Sports journalists with microphones. Volkov Sports banners hanging from every wall. The kind of event filled with people who had never struggled a day in their lives. I spotted Jeriah immediately. He was standing near the center of the room, already cleaned up in a suit I had never seen before, laughing with a group of people I didn't recognize. He looked comfortable. Easy. Like he belonged there completely. My heart swelled looking at him. Seven years. I had worked double shifts, skipped meals, carried his rent when he couldn't, believed in him when he didn't believe in himself. And now here he was. We had made it. I started moving toward him but before I could reach the ceremony began. Everyone was guided to their seats. I found a spot near the back and watched as Jeriah was called up to the front with the other new signings. Cameras flashed. Applause filled the room. A Volkov Sports executive gave a speech about the future of the team. Then Jeriah was handed the microphone. He smiled at the crowd. "I want to start by saying this moment wouldn't be possible without the people who believed in me," he looked around. "The people who pushed me and stood by me when things were hard." My throat tightened. I pressed my hand to my chest. He was going to say my name. I knew it. After everything, after all of it, he was going to stand in front of all these people and say my name. "There's someone very special to me in this room today," he continued. I sat up straighter. "Someone who changed my life and made me a better man." Tears were already burning behind my eyes. "Talia." He looked directly across the room and smiled. "Baby, stand up." I froze. A woman stood up three rows from the front. Tall, blonde, polished from head to foot in a white dress that fit her like it was made specifically for her body. She laughed softly and covered her mouth with one hand like she was surprised, but she wasn't surprised. She had known. Everyone in this room knew. Everyone except me. Applause started, everyone admiring the beautiful couple. "Seven months with the most incredible woman," Jeriah continued, still looking at her like she was the only person in the building. "Talia Donovan, everyone." Seven months? Like seven actual months, when I was still covering our electricity bill because he said his card wasn't going through. Seven months ago, when he would tell me he was busy making our dream come through and that's why he couldn't come home. But he was actually with her, all this time. The applause went on and on when I suddenly stood up. "Jeriah!!" My voice came out louder than I meant it to. The people around me instantly stopped. Journalists, executives, even the servers, everyone turned to me. Jeriah looked out into the crowd and found my face. He looked shocked, like he wasn't expecting me. So he really hadn't wanted to invite me, he didn't just forget. "What are you doing here?" he asked into the microphone. The room went quiet. "What am I doing here?" I laughed but nothing about it was funny. "What are you doing? What is this? Who is she Jeriah?" "Yara." His voice dropped. "This is not the place." "Then when is the place?" My chest was burning. "You didn't tell me about today. You didn't tell me about her. Seven years Jeriah. Seven years I gave you everything I had. I paid your bills, I worked myself to nothing, I believed in you when nobody else did and you couldn't even tell me..." "Would you listen to yourself right now?" "I am listening to myself. I want you to listen to me too. If she's so good why didn't you let her pay your bills, why were you still eating off me, why..." "SILENCE!" His voice cracked through the room like thunder I immediately stopped my words. "Would you stop disgracing me!" He stared at me from the front, jaw tight, eyes cold, every trace of the man I loved completely gone. "Standing there making a scene like some pathetic desperate fat sack of excuses. Have you no shame?” YARA POV Three months later. The main arena at the New York Ice Center was packed with over eighteen thousand screaming fans. The bright stadium lights reflected off the fresh white ice below, and the noise of the crowd was like a constant roar. It was opening night of the new hockey season. I sat in the front row right behind the home team bench, wearing a custom Volkov jersey. My life had completely transformed. My legal consultancy practice in Brooklyn was thriving. I had passed the bar exam with high marks…and was actively helping young athletes and vulnerable people protect themselves from predatory contracts. I wasn't the broke, heartbroken girl anymore. I was strong, secure, and standing on my own two feet. Down on the ice, the team finished their pre game warmup laps. Kieran looked powerful in his captain's jersey. He skated past the team bench, stopping right near the glass where I was sitting. He pulled off his helmet, and looked right at me. A warm, br
KIERAN POV Three weeks later. The morning sun was shining brightly through the high glass windows of our Brooklyn Apartment. The smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. I stood by the stove in a pair of grey sweatpants, flipping pancakes in a pan. My shoulder was completely healed, the bruises from the airport tarmac were gone, and for the first time in my life, my head felt clear. On the kitchen island, my laptop was open to a live sports broadcast. The headline on the screen read: KIERAN VOLKOV SIGNS RECORD EXTENSION WITH NEW YORK. Below the headline was a picture of me, Dominic, and Alaric at the team headquarters yesterday, officially signing my long-term contract extension. The mafia was dead to us, The federal investigation was officially closed. The Volkov Sports brand was entirely clean. I heard soft footsteps coming down the hallway. Yara walked into the kitchen wearing one of my oversized black hockey t shirts, her long blonde hair tied up in a loose bu
YARA POV The silence was heavy, broken only by the crackle of burning jet fuel and the distant sound of approaching sirens. Agent Cillian lowered his weapon, his hand staying close to his holster as he stared at the bleeding man on the plane wing. Frederick was on his knees, holding his shattered shoulder. Blood soaked through his expensive suit jacket, Beside him, Sienna was screaming, as she tried to pull her father back from the flames spreading near the left engine. I turned my head toward the shadow of the cargo hangar where the shot had come from. Agent Cillian stood under the bright floodlights, a silenced sniper rifle in his hands, thick smoke rising from the barrel. He slowly lowered the weapon, stepping into the open rain with two armed federal officers right behind him. "FBI! Nobody move!" Cillian’s voice echoed across the tarmac, cold and authoritative. My breath caught in my throat. Kieran didn't drop his gun, but he stepped directly in front of me, shiel
KIERAN POV The shot rang out before anyone could react. I had drawn the gun from my waistband in a second, firing a single round straight through the forehead of the guard who had put his hands on Yara. The man dropped like a stone, collapsing onto the concrete. "DOWN!" I roared at Yara. Yara didn't hesitate. She threw her body flat against the wet ground as the second guard drew his weapon. I fired twice more. BANG! BANG! The bullet tore straight through the second guard's chest, throwing him backward into the tires of the plane "Shoot him!" Sienna screamed from the top of the stairs, her calm composure instantly shattering into wild panic as she scrambled backward into the cabin of the jet. The two guards near the wing pulled out their guns and opened fire. Bullets tore into the concrete around my feet, sending sparks into the air. I dove behind a heavy steel baggage cart as more bullets hit the metal. I stepped out from behind the cart and fired three shots, hitt
KIERAN POV Twenty minutes later, I was driving Dominic's black SUV through the rain slicked streets of downtown Boston, pushing the engine to its absolute limit. The speedometer stayed at ninety miles per hour as I drove through the late night traffic to Shells Airport. Heavy rain hit the windshield as my heart raced. Beside me in the passenger seat, my leather duffel bag sat open. Inside was the kit I had kept hidden in the back of Dominic's trunk since the night we raided the Brooklyn warehouse…a heavy 9mm handgun, two extra magazines, and a satellite tracker. My phone chimed on the dashboard. Dominic's name flashed on the screen. I hit the speaker button. "Talk to me," I barked. "Marcus just pulled the flight plans," Dominic said, his voice coming through fast and urgent over the speaker. "A private Gulfstream registered to a Swiss holding company filed a flight path from Shells to Zurich ten minutes ago. Departure window closes in twelve minutes." "Is Agent Cil
KIERAN POV The noise inside the away locker room was deafening. Ice buckets were clattering, equipment bags were being thrown around, and Alaric was blasting music from the speakers near the showers. The team had just destroyed Boston on their home ice in game one of the Finals, but I couldn't care less about the win. I unstrapped my chest pads, pulled my damp sweat shirt over my head, and tossed it into the laundry bin. My shoulder was aching, but my mind was completely focused on the corridor outside. I grabbed my phone from my locker shelf. Zero missed calls. Zero text messages from Yara. My brow furrowed. She had promised to wait by the private family reception room near the press tunnel while I finished my post game media obligations. That was twenty minutes ago. "Kieran, great power play in the second period," Sergei said, walking past my stall with a stack of stat sheets. "The sports networks are already running the highlights." "Yeah. Thanks uncle," I muttered, p
Kieran’s POVThe second the hotel girl disappeared around the corner, I stepped out from behind the wall.Yara Quinn startled so hard she nearly stumbled backward.Interesting.She hadn’t screamed.Most witnesses definitely would have, but she just stood there in that ruined dress, fists clenched a
Yara’s POVThe sound cracked through the night so sharply my entire body jerked.A gunshot? An actual one.My fingers loosened around the trash bag handles. One of the bags slumped sideways against my leg as cold swept through me all at once.No, no, no.This had to be a car backfiring.A firecrack
Yara’s POVI stood there staring at the apartment door like if I looked hard enough, it would unlock itself.It didn’t.The brass knob had been changed.The deadbolt too.I noticed the black trash bags were stuffed with everything I owned.For a second, I just stood there.My ripped gown clung to m
Yara’s POVDid he really just say that to me?Whispers started in the crowd, then widespread laughter.Talia’s poisonous smile was the worst of it. Perfect red lips curved up like she’d just won a prize. She had. Me. My life. My man.I couldn’t move. Couldn’t blink. I just stood there while three h







