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029: APOLOGY DINNER??
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2026-07-11 18:31:11
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Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 075: SIENNA
YARA POV The black ink of the letter seemed to burn through the thin paper in my hands. Dominic had driven straight from the arena to my office, setting the thick Manila envelope on my desk without saying a word. The official seal from the upstate correctional facility was stamped in red across the corner. Beside it lay a key tagged with a Zurich vault number, and the handwritten letter from Victor. Dear Yara... I am your biological father. I stared out the window at the Brooklyn skyline… the quiet, peaceful world Kieran and I had built over the last six months felt like it was shifting on it's own again. All my life, I believed I was the daughter of two average people who died in a tragic car accident when I was a baby.. I thought I was alone. I fought my way through foster homes, law school, believing I had no legacy except my own grit. Instead, my blood belonged to Victor Donovan a man who ran a syndicate empire, a man whose daughter had tried to destroy my life and
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 074:YARA'S FATHER?!
YARA POV. SIX MONTHS LATER The bright lights of the rinks flooded the ice at the New York Grand Center The roar of twenty thousand fans echoed through the arena, a deafening wave of noise that made the glass panels vibrate. The scoreboard hung high above the ice, flashing in bright red numbers: NEW YORK VOLKOVS: 4 | BOSTON: 2. I sat in the front row wearing a black and gold hockey jersey with the number 88 stitched across the back. Beside me, Alaric was cheering loudly, while Dominic sat with his arms crossed, a rare smile on his face. On the ice, the horn blared, signaling the end of the third period. The entire arena erupted as the team rushed onto the ice, crowding around Kieran. He looked magnificent..powerful He had played the best season of his career, leading his team straight into the playoffs without a single mention of his father or the past in the news. The media called it the greatest comeback story in sports history. Kieran skated toward the glass wall right
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 073: FREE...NOW ONTO THE NEXT
YARA POV Five hours later, I was sitting at a cold steel table inside the FBI field. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Heavy brass handcuffs held my wrists together, metal biting into my skin every time I shifted. Across the observation glass, I knew Kieran was sitting in an identical interrogation room. They had taken him in thirty minutes after arresting me at Talia’s penthouse. The door opened, and Agent Cillian walked inside. He tossed a thick stack of printed documents onto the metal table, pulling out a metal chair across from me. "You're in deep, Miss Quinn," Cillian said, leaning his hands flat on the steel. "An international red notice. Conspiracy to harbor a fugitive. Accomplice to the murder of Mr Romano." I didn't blink. I sat up straight, holding his gaze. "You have the wrong story, Agent Cillian," I said, my voice completely calm. "And if you check right now, you'll see why this entire arrest is a federal mistake." Cillian’s brow furrowed. Before he c
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 072: BLOODY BASTARD
KIERAN POV My grip tightened on my gun as my father looked up at me from the warehouse floor. His expression was calm, condescending, and entirely convinced that he held every card in his hand. "What gift do you actually have to give at this point?" he asked, his voice echoing off the walls. "This one," I rasped. I raised my arm and pulled the trigger. BANG! The bullet tore straight through his right forearm. He let out a sharp gasp, dropping the leather folder as blood sprayed across the white documents on the table. The Orlov representatives scrambled backward in terror, crashing into chairs as my father stumbled against the oak desk, clutching his shattered arm. "Kieran, you bloody bastard!" he snarled, his face twisting in sudden rage. I didn't shoot to kill him. A bullet through his heart would have been too merciful, and dead men couldn't stand trial when the federal storm hit this floor. I needed distraction and time. Right on cue, the heavy skylights above
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 071: WHAT GIFT?
KIERAN POV "Uncle Sergei," I said into the speaker, my hand tightening on Yara’s wrist, keeping her close to my side as the truck cut through the icy fog ahead. "I need Team Four at the state records office and the safehouses in upstate New York right now." "Okay," Sergei's voice came through the car. "I'll send six men to check those properties. The feds tried to seize your accounts, but my lawyers stopped them with a court order. Your assets are safe, and they haven't done anything." Beside me, I felt the release of tension in Yara’s body. She let out a trembling breath, her forehead resting briefly against my chest. "Don't get comfortable yet, Kieran," Sergei added grimly. "Your father is calling an emergency meeting at the at midnight. He’s officially signing the papers to merge Volkov Sports with the Orlov family assets. If those documents are stamped, you lose all control forever." "He won't sign them," I muttered into the phone, my eyes fixed on the highway stretch
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 070: TALIA! JERIAH!
YARA POV My head was spinning. Only hours ago, I was sitting in a quiet café in Kingston, drinking cold tea and trying to memorize my Law books. Now, I was a fugitive. An international red notice had been issued for my arrest. The feds thought I was a co-conspirator to a murder. My career, my reputation, and my clean life were entirely gone. "Stop overthinking everything, Yara " Kieran’s deep voice broke through the silence. He sat down in the leather armchair directly across from me. He had stripped off his wet coat, leaving him in a dark, fitted shirt that showed the massive size of his shoulders. His dark hair was still damp, clinging to his forehead, but those piercing blue eyes of his were fixed entirely on me. "Kieran, did you hear what that voice said?" I asked, my hands trembling as I locked my fingers together. "They said your father didn't leak that footage. They said he was just a pawn. They told us to look at what we left behind in New York." "I heard it too
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 001: HAVE YOU NO SHAME?!
Yara's POV 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
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 005: GIRLFRIEND!!
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
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 004: KIERAN VOLKOV
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
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 002: "THING", ME?
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
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