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036: GILDED CAGE
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2026-07-16 18:14:55
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Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 066: LONDON, ENGLAND
YARA POV The silence inside the cabin of the jet was unbearable…I leaned my forehead against the cold glass of the window. My reflection looked pale and hollow staring back at me from the dark. Below us there was nothing but endless black ocean. I reached down to my right hand, my thumb instinctively brushing against my ring finger. It was bare. The skin felt cold, empty, and wrong. Taking that promise ring off felt like tearing out a piece of me, But taking it off was the only reason Kieran is not in a fight with his father…and not in prison. I squeezed my eyes shut, a single, tear escaping and trailing down my cheek. I saved him, I told myself, trying to calm my racing heart to the thought. He's safe… "Miss Quinn." I flinched, snapping my eyes open and turning my head toward the aisle. One of Mikhail’s security guards, a broad shouldered man with a sharp hairline and a dark suit stood a few feet away, holding a silver tray with a glass of water and a white po
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 065: NO, NO, NO!!!!
KIERAN POV The red taillights of my father’s sedan disappeared around the corner of the pier entrance, cutting through the heavy rain before vanishing entirely into the dark. "Kieran! Get down!" Dominic slammed his body into my side, shoving me hard against the car A gunshot cracked across the pavement as a bullet hit the hood, sending sparks flying inches from my face. Russo's men were still firing through the broken windows, trying to escape before the federal agents closed in. But i didn't care. I didn't even draw my gun. I stood there in the pouring rain, staring at the empty stretch of road where Father's car had been seconds ago. My chest heaved, every breath burning like acid in my lungs. My hands were shaking, not from cold, not from adrenaline, but from a raw, suffocating rage that made my vision blur. ”Don't look for me, Kieran. It's over.” Her voice repeated in my head, a sharp blade twisting directly into my chest... She had walked straight into the car withou
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 064: YARA!!!
YARA POV The cold rain stung my skin, but I barely felt it. Kieran held me so tightly against him that I could feel the sharp pounding of his heart. few feet away, Mikhail stood under his black umbrella, his arm still outstretched, waiting for the flash drive to be claimed. Behind him, at the pier gate, the federal agents were still there "Yara," Kieran whispered again. His voice lacked its usual smooth authority. It was strained and raw. "Tell me what to do. Did my father force you out of the house?" I stared at the federal agents closing in on us, If I told Kieran the truth…that Mikhail had put me on an ultimatum twenty four hours to disappear, Kieran would fight his father right here. And by morning, he would be in handcuffs, charged as an accessory to murder based on the altered parking lot footage. His career would end in a public scandal, I couldn't let that happen. My chest felt tight, my throat dry, but I knew what I had to do. "Kieran," I rasped, my hands sh
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 063: TELL ME WHAT TO DO YARA
YARA POV "Kieran!" I sobbed, relief crashing over me so hard my entire body shook. He didn't look at me. His complete focus was locked onto the scarred guard standing three feet away from my chair. "Drop it," Kieran commanded, his voice cold… The scarred guard panicked. Instead of dropping his weapon, he made a desperate, stupid decision, he swung his gun toward my head, intending to use me as a shield. He never got the chance to pull the trigger. Kieran fired twice in rapid succession. The soft pops echoed through the basement. The scarred guard's eyes went wide with shock as two red spots bloomed across his chest. He staggered backward, hit the wall, and slid down to the floor, motionless. Silence settled over the basement again, thick and heavy..Kieran dropped his arm, stepping over the fallen guard on the stairs, and walked quickly toward me. "Yara," he breathed out, his cold composure instantly shattering the moment he reached my chair. He dropped to one knee i
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 062: KIERAN TO THE RESCUE...AGAIN
KIERAN POV I stood frozen beside the vanity table in the walk in closet, staring down at the diamond ring rested in the center. Beside it lay a small piece of paper with few words written in Yara's handwriting Don't look for me, Kieran. A sharp, dangerous heat flared in my chest. My jaw clenched so hard my teeth hurt. I shoved my hand into my hair, gripping it tightly as my gaze tracked every part of the closet. Her dark coat was gone. Her law textbooks were gone. "Dominic! Alaric!" I roared, my voice tearing through the quiet room. Footsteps thundered down the hallway a second later. Dominic skidded into the bedroom doorway with Alaric right behind… "What's wrong?" Dominic snapped, scanning the room for a threat. "She's gone," I muttered, stepping out of the closet and shoving the folded paper into Dominic’s chest. "She left during the night. How the hell did she get out of this building without either of us noticing?" Dominic read the note, his face draining of colo
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 061: KIDNAPPED
YARA POV When I finally opened my eyes, my head felt like it was splitting in two. A dull, throbbing pain echoed behind my temples, and my mouth tasted like dust. I groaned softly, trying to raise my hand to rub my face, but my arms wouldn't move. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the heavy fog from my vision. I wasn't in a car anymore. I wasn't in a cheap motel, and I certainly wasn't at the bus terminal. I was tied to a heavy wooden chair in the middle of a large, dimly lit room. The walls were made of old, unpainted brick, and the floor was cold, bare concrete. High above, a single bare light bulb hung from a frayed wire, casting long, eerie shadows across the space. The air was cold, damp, and smelled strongly of rust. It looked like a basement near the docks. "She's awake," a voice called out from the shadows near the corner of the room. I froze, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs as I pulled frantically against the thick ropes binding my wrists behind 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 003: EVICTED
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
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
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