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079: OH NO!
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2026-08-27 14:39:20
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Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 079: OH NO!
YARA POV Four hours later, we were on the team's private flight to Boston. The inside of the plane was quiet and luxurious. Most of the players were asleep and listening to music with headphones on, preparing for the opening game of the playoff series the following evening. I sat in the window seat of the private front section, my laptop open on the fold down table. Spread across my screen were public corporate registry files from Zurich and Milan. I was an attorney now. If Sienna thought she could walk into my city and use legal loopholes or extortion to blackmail the man I loved, she was going to learn very quickly that I wasn't just a quiet girl from foster care anymore. Dominic sat across the aisle from us, reading a tablet, while Kieran sat right beside me, his arm wrapped around my shoulders, his thumb slowly stroking my arm while I typed. "Find anything?" Dominic asked low, looking over the top of his screen. "Sienna’s father, Frederick, registered a private equi
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 078: WE HANDLE IT TOGETHER
YARA POV I stood pressed flat against the wall of the corridor, my fingers digging into my coat. The air in the hallway felt icy cold, but my blood was running hot and wild in my veins. A federal lie. Sienna’s quiet words echoed inside my mind, repeating over and over. My breath caught in my chest... hours ago, I sat in my new Brooklyn office, looking at my framed law license and my fine business cards. I believed Marcus had won our freedom using legitimate legal motions. Instead, Sienna was standing two feet away from Kieran, holding a silver European syndicate coin, claiming her father paid off the FBI director to bury secondary evidence. Down the corridor…Kieran didn't raise his voice. He simply reached out, grabbed Sienna’s wrist with a grip so hard her silver coin dropped from her hand, clattering noisily onto the floor. "Keep your father's money out of my life, Sienna," Kieran growled, his voice dropping into that dark, lethal tone he used whenever he was ready to
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 077: ITS ALL A LIE?!
YARA POV Two days later. The afternoon sun was pouring through the large windows of the New York Ice Center. I stood in the VIP observation lounge overlooking the main rink, holding two hot coffees in my hands. Kieran’s team was having a light morning skate before their flight to Boston for the playoff series, and I had stopped by after my morning court appearance to drop off his favorite travel mug. Down on the ice, Kieran was effortless. He moved with a broad, lethal power that made the other skaters look slow by comparison, blasting pucks into the top corner of the net with terrifying precision. My heart swelled with pride watching him. He belonged on the ice. He was born for this. "He really hasn't lost his touch, has he?" A smooth, familiar voice spoke from right behind me. I turned around slowly. Sienna was standing near the glass railing. She was dressed in a black coaching track jacket, her dark hair pulled back into a neat, high ponytail, holding a clipboar
Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star 076: I TRUST YOU
YARA POV I stood frozen beside the couch.. watching this stunning stranger wrap her arms around my boyfriend’s neck like she had done it a thousand times before. Kieran didn't hug her back. His arms remained planted firmly at his sides, his posture straight. He took a smooth step backward, placing a deliberate two feet of space between them. "Sienna," Kieran said, his low voice carrying a heavy, guarded tone. "What are you doing here?" Sienna didn't look bothered by his cold response at all. She simply let her hands fall, tossing her long dark hair over her shoulder with an easy, practiced grace. Her striking eyes swept over Kieran’s face before settling on his shoulders. "Is that how you greet a friend who just flew several hours from Milan?" she asked softly, her lips curving into a confident, dimpled smile. "I heard about what happened with your father. I heard the syndicate is gone, the charges were dropped, and you signed your team extension. I couldn't just stay in I
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 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
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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