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064: YARA!!!
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2026-08-12 17:50:19
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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 069: FUGITIVES
Snap. A sharp sound echoed from the front of the café. Kieran's posture changed instantly. The look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a sharp, alert focus. Before I could even process the sound, Kieran grabbed my shoulder, shoving my body down flat against the bench behind the table, shielding me entirely with his broad back. "Kieran!" I gasped, my heart leaping into my throat as panic seized my chest. "Stay down," he ordered softly. Through the narrow gap beneath the table, I saw three pairs of boots step into the café, moving over the shattered floorboards in tight, disciplined formation. These weren't Mikhail’s men, They weren't Finch’s either Standing at the front of the line was a woman in a long, tailored black coat. Her dark hair was styled into a sleek, tight bun, her expression elegant, cold, and entirely merciless. Selene Orlov. Two broad shouldered men stood beside her, their guns pointed at Kieran's chest. "Hello, Kieran," Selene said, her voice sm
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 068: LET'S GO BACK YARA
YARA POV The phone slid from my numb fingers, falling onto the table as my world narrowed down to the man standing across the street. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. My lungs burned for air… Three months. Ninety days of waking up in a cold, unfamiliar bed in Kingston, telling myself my sacrifice was worth his peace. Ninety days of staring at the empty walls of my apartment, hoping he was playing hockey and building a life far from the darkness that had almost destroyed both of us. And now, here he was. Standing in the rain, looking at me after all this time. I never thought I would see him again. He crossed the pavement with deliberate strides, his hands shoved into the pockets of his dark coat, his piercing blue eyes pinned to mine through the café glass with a terrifying, unyielding intensity. He looked harsher, leaner…dark shadows carved beneath his eyes like bruises, but the fire burning in his gaze was hotter than anything I had ever seen. The bell above the café
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 067: KIERAN IN LONDON?!!
YARA POV "Dominic??" I pressed the phone tightly against my ear. My heart pounded so hard and fast that I could hear it. "Dominic, how did you get this number?" I demanded, my voice trembling,"If your father tracks this line…if Finch finds out I answered" "My father doesn't control us anymore, Yara!" Dominic said sharply. "I don't have time to explain how I got your number. Alaric spent six weeks tracking Finch's private server just to find a few minutes when your phone connected to the Kingston tower. You need to listen to me right now." A cold fear settled in my stomach, killing the small bit of hope I had felt when I saw the call. "Is Kieran okay?" The words rushed out of me before I could stop them. Three months of built up fear, three months of sleepless nights staring at the ceiling of my apartment wondering if he was breathing, all pressed into three desperate words. "Dominic, please. Tell me he’s okay." "He’s destroying himself, Yara." Dominic let out a harsh,
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 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 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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