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ICE SEVENTY: FINALLY FREE.
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SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK. ICE SEVENTY: FINALLY FREE.
MADISON'S POV:I did it.For once, something went right and maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t too late for Thane and me.Three days of hell and sleeplessness. Ana's trembling testimony, my investigator's folders spread across Sawyer's conference table, hours of prep that left my throat raw and my hands shaking, but, I did it."With this case," Sawyer had said that morning, his hand warm on my shoulder, "you're staying."Sawyer had promised me, no, sworn that with this case I wasn’t going anywhere. No more living in shadows, no more pretending. My life was finally my own.Now, sitting in the back of Sawyer's Mercedes, Ana pressed against my side, tears slipping through her fingers, I watched the Wallaces being led out in handcuffs, squad cars lining the estate.Mrs. Wallace's face twisted with rage, her designer dress rumpled, hair falling from its usual perfect arrangement. Mr. Wallace kept his eyes down, shoulders hunched like a man trying to disappear. Owen looked at me with pure murder
SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK. ICE SIXTY-NINE: ANA
MADISON'S POV:I tore myself loose, bolting down the road. My purse slipped somewhere behind me, gone, but I didn’t dare look back. My phone gone. Everything gone except the burning need to survive.I barely made it ten steps before headlights roared, the car accelerating with purpose. Hunting me.I pushed harder, breathless, legs burning. But the car was faster. It cut in front of me, tires screeching. Doors flew open. Hands grabbed me from multiple directions."No! Let me go!" I kicked, thrashed, fought like my life depended on it because maybe it did.Something dark descended over my head—a bag or hood, blinding me. Hands tied my wrists despite my struggling.But they were gentle. Too gentle for kidnappers."You're safe," a male voice said. "We're not going to hurt you."I screamed until my throat burned raw. Kept kicking until my legs went numb. Thrashed against the zip ties cutting into my wrists until I felt warm blood trickling down my palms."Stop! Please, just calm down!" A
SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK. ICE SIXTY-EIGHT: FOLLOWED BY SHADOWS.
MADISON'S POV:The words exploded from Dr. Hall's mouth like shrapnel."If trying to seduce my son wasn't enough for you—" She advanced, her perfectly manicured finger poking toward my face. "Now you've extended your slutty self to try fucking my husband?""Helen!" Dr. Carter's voice cracked like a whip.But she was already lunging. Her hands found my shoulders, nails digging through fabric into skin as she shoved me backward. I stumbled, my heel catching on the runner."You think I don't see what you're doing?" Spit flew from her lips, her face contorted with rage. "Coming into my home, batting your innocent eyes at my family—"Strong hands grabbed her waist, pulling her off me. Dr. Carter's face had gone from warm to granite. "Helen, stop this right now!"Maverick appeared, his hands joining his father's to restrain his mother. "Mom, what the hell—""Don't you dare defend her!" Helen thrashed against their hold like a feral animal. "She's poisoning you, both of you! Can't you see it
SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK. ICE SEVENTY-SEVEN: I HAVE PROOF.
MADISON'S POV:An hour must have slipped by since I’d first stepped foot into this house, and I'd learned something that made my chest ache: Dr. Carter Hall was genuinely wonderful.He'd joined Maverick in showing me around. I couldn’t deny the warmth in my chest watching them together. He was… nothing like I imagined.Dr. Carter's energy was infectious as he pointed out renovations with childlike pride. He cracked jokes that actually made me laugh—real laughter that momentarily pushed away the thoughts troubling me. When I tried to refuse eating, he'd insisted with such warmth that saying no felt cruel."So, physiotherapy," he said over plates of gourmet leftovers he'd heated himself. "What drew you to nursing?"And he actually listened. Not the polite nodding most people did before changing the subject, but genuine interest. He asked follow-up questions, shared stories from his own residency, treated my modest nursing career like it mattered as much as his decorated surgical one.It
SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK. ICE SIXTY-SIX: LION'S DEN.
MADISON'S POV:The hum of the car engine filled the silence like an unwelcome third passenger. The leather seat cold against my bare shoulders despite the car's heating.Now that the rush of the adrenaline that had propelled me out of that house had worn off, sitting next to Maverick, watching streetlights paint shadows across his profile, awkwardness hung between us like thick fog. What replaced it was worse—crushing awareness of what I'd just done. What I was about to do. I sat stiffly in the passenger seat, clutching my purse as if it were the only thing anchoring me. I had taken it from Joe before leaving with Maverick. My thoughts spun faster than the wheels beneath.“You okay?” Maverick’s voice was low, careful, as though he were afraid I’d shatter if he pressed too hard. His eyes flicked to me before he turned back to the road.“Yes,” I said, cold enough to end the conversation. But he knew me too well. That wasn’t the voice of someone okay. I didn’t want his questions, or the
SCORED HER HEART, NOT THE PUCK. ICE SIXTY-FIVE: THE EMAIL.
THANE'S POV:I knocked harder, the sound echoing throughout the night. "Madison, open the door! We need to talk about this! You can’t do this. You can’t just run away.”Nothing.“Is this because of Maverick?!” I shouted, my voice echoing down the empty street. “You think he’s the better choice? Is that it?!”No answer. My voice rose, rough and desperate. "Are you seriously going to ignore me right now?"My phone buzzed. Dad again. Then my brother. I declined both calls, my fist never stopping its assault on her door."Madison, please!" The word tasted like ash. "Just open the door. Talk to me. Anything."An elderly woman poked her head out from her window from the apartment across the street, her face pinched with annoyance. I didn't care. Let her call the cops. Let the whole street wake up."Madison!"Time became meaningless. My knuckles went from sore to numb to bloody. The phone kept buzzing—Dad, Vaughan, Dad again, Phoenix again. I ignored them all.Behind me, the sky bled from b
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