Se connecterThe second that burner phone started buzzing in my pocket during a late night at the arena I knew it could blow the whole season wide open if I did not handle it right.
I had lifted it clean from the assistant GM's locker area after seeing him hide it during a shady huddle. No eyes on me. Now I sat across from Jax in this greasy coffee shop on the bad side of Toronto. Rain hammered the big windows and turned the street outside into a blur. The kid was nineteen with messy blond hair uThe second the cameras zoomed in on us during the open practice I knew this fake fight had to look real enough to sell.The Scotiabank Arena felt electric even though it was just a Tuesday session. Fans packed the lower bowl for the televised practice and reporters lined the boards with their lenses ready. Coach wanted us sharp after the league heat but Kade and I had our own plan. We needed to throw everyone off. Make it look like the tension between us had exploded so nobody suspected what really went on behind closed doors.I lined up for a drill and Kade came flying in hard on purpose. Our shoulders collided and I shoved him back with everything I had. The crowd gasped loud."Watch your damn space Volkov," I yelled loud enough for the nearest mic to catch. "You skate like you own the ice but you are just a loose cannon."Kade spun around his gray eyes flashing under the helmet. He got right in my face stick raised. "Loose cannon? Says the gold
The second Ilya turned the corner toward the exit I knew I could not let him walk away free.My legs moved before my brain caught up. I left Kade standing there in the tunnel and jogged after the Russian, stick still gripped tight in my hand like it could do any good. The service hallway stretched long and dim under the arena lights. I caught sight of his cheap suit near the loading dock doors. He was pulling out his phone already dialing someone."Hey," I called out sharp. "Ilya. Stop right there."He turned slow a smirk already forming on his face. "Captain Ryder. Come to beg already? That was fast."I closed the distance fast stopping just a few feet away. The air smelled like diesel and cold concrete. My heart hammered but I kept my voice steady. "You are not leaving this building until we settle this. Right now."Ilya slipped the phone back into his pocket and crossed his arms. "Settle what? Your boyfriend already knows the deal. Thr
The second Coach Harlan locked the locker room door I knew something ugly was about to drop on all of us.The place smelled like sweat and fresh tape. Guys sat on benches or leaned against lockers half dressed after practice. Nobody joked around. The air felt thick enough to choke on. I stayed near the back my arms crossed trying to look calm while my mind raced. Kade sat across the room his gray eyes flicking to me for a split second before locking on Coach."Listen up," Coach started his voice rough like gravel. He stood in the middle of the room hands on his hips. "This stays in here. No phones. No leaks. League office called me this morning. They are launching a full internal investigation into suspicious referee calls in our last six games."The room exploded."What the hell does that mean?" Jackson our goalie barked from the front. "Suspicious how? We won most of those."Coach held up a hand. "It means some of the calls that went ou
The second I saw Kade get pulled into the side tunnel I knew trouble had finally caught up to him.Practice had just wrapped and the arena halls echoed with guys heading to the locker room. I lagged behind grabbing my stick from the bench when I spotted him. Kade walked fast toward the exit but some older guy in a cheap suit stepped out from the shadows and grabbed his arm. They disappeared around the corner into the narrow service tunnel that led to the loading docks. Something about the guy's face looked off. Hard eyes. Russian vibe. I followed without thinking keeping my steps quiet on the concrete.I stopped just before the bend and pressed against the wall. Their voices carried clear in the empty space."You think you can hide forever Volkov?" the man said his accent thick and nasty. "Ilya does not forget his investments."Kade's voice came low and sharp. "Ilya. What the hell are you doing here? Toronto is not your turf."Ilya laughe
The second Kade dragged me down that dark alley in Chicago's south side I knew secrets were about to rip everything apart.Rain poured hard turning the ground slippery under our feet. We moved quick between broken buildings and trash piles. My hoodie barely hid my face but I kept my head low anyway. Kade gripped my elbow tight like he thought I might bolt. We had ditched the team after morning skate with weak excuses about personal stuff. No one followed us. At least I hoped not."This better be worth it," I said breathing fast as we stopped at a rusty door covered in graffiti.Kade knocked a pattern. Three times. Two slow. "It is. You need to hear this from someone who saw it. No more half stories."The door opened a crack. A huge guy with neck tattoos checked us over then let us in without a word. We went down concrete stairs that smelled like mold and old blood. At the bottom a hidden gym opened up. Dim bulbs swung over heavy bags and cracked m
The second those airport doors slid open and cameras flashed I knew our secret had just stepped into the spotlight.Toronto greeted us with a wall of cold air and shouting reporters. The Blades had flown back from Chicago on a high after the win but my gut twisted for a different reason. Kade walked a few steps behind me through the terminal. We kept our heads down hoods up like always. But one private car waited at the curb instead of two. Coach had pushed us to share rides more to build team chemistry. Bad timing."Captain Ryder! Over here!" a guy from TSN yelled pushing through the crowd.I ignored him and grabbed my bag tighter. Kade caught up beside me his shoulder brushing mine for a split second. "Keep walking," he muttered under his breath.We reached the black SUV. The driver held the door open. I slid in first. Kade followed right after slamming the door shut. The windows were tinted but not enough. Cameras caught us both inside the same
The second Christian slid into the leather booth across from me I felt the trap snap shut around my throat. The steakhouse reeked of money. Dark wood panels glowed under low hanging lights and the kind of quiet jazz that rich people played to pretend they had taste. My suit felt too tig
The phone vibrated on the nightstand and lit up the dark hotel room like a flare in the night.I sat up fast in bed, still half tangled in the sheets from our win earlier. Kade grabbed it before I could reach. His whole body went rigid as he read the screen. Those gray eyes narrowed into
The arena doors banged open during the final drill and everything froze when my father stepped onto the edge of the Chicago practice ice like he owned it.Christian Ryder in the flesh. Legendary center. My old man. Right there watching every skate with that laser stare I knew too well.
The second Kade Volkov stepped onto my ice I knew he was going to wreck my entire world.The Scotiabank Arena thundered around me as I glided out for warm ups. Twenty eight years old and captain of the Toronto Blades. The C on my jersey felt heavier than usual tonight. Fans screamed my name from ev







