LOGINThe second those faded payment logs popped up linking my dad's championship rings to Vance's dirty money my entire life felt like a bad joke.
I sat frozen in my New York hotel room well after midnight staring at the screen. Old league financial archives. Nothing flashy but the numbers did not lie. Shell companies funneled cash straight into Dad's accounts right before his big Cup wins. Early version of the same betting ring Vance runs now. Fixed games and payoffs bought those rings hThe morning light streamed through the penthouse windows when Evan finally woke, and the first thing he saw was Kade sitting at the kitchen counter, the stolen key and burner device laid out in front of him like sacred relics. The sight of them sent a jolt of adrenaline through Evan's exhausted body, reminding him that the night before had not been a dream.Kade looked up as Evan shuffled into the kitchen, his gray eyes bright with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. "I could not sleep. I kept looking at it, thinking it might disappear if I looked away too long. I keep thinking this is all some kind of dream."Evan crossed the room and placed a hand on Kade's shoulder. "It is real. We have it. Now we just need to get the data off this thing and into the right hands. How do we do that?"Kade pulled out his phone, scrolling through messages from Maria. "She says she has set up a secure connection. We can transfer the data directly to her servers from h
The moment Evan and Kade burst through the doors of the federal prosecutor's office, they knew they had made it. The building was swarming with federal agents, their weapons drawn, their faces grim. Clara's father, Judge Harrison, stood at the center of the chaos, his eyes fixed on the two men who had just walked through the door. "Evan. Kade." Judge Harrison crossed the room in quick strides, his hand outstretched. "You made it. We were getting worried. You are safe now." Evan shook his hand, his legs threatening to give out. "Viktor knows. He knows we have the evidence. He is coming for us. He is coming for everyone." Judge Harrison's face hardened. "He is too late. We already have arrest warrants issued. Federal agents are moving on his properties as we speak. The data you sent us was the final piece we needed. Viktor Vance and Christian Ryder are going down." Kade stepped forward, his voice rough with emotion
The moment Viktor's head lolled back against the leather armchair and his breathing deepened into the slow rhythm of drugged sleep, Evan knew he had maybe three minutes to get what he came for before the security guards came looking for their boss. The sedative he had slipped into Viktor's scotch was finally taking full effect, pulling the crime lord under into a deep, vulnerable slumber.The penthouse was silent except for the soft hum of the climate control system and Viktor's steady, sedated breathing. Evan stood frozen in the doorway of the office, his heart pounding so loud he was certain it would wake the man who had just threatened to kill him. But Viktor did not stir. The sedative had done its work, pulling him under just enough to make him vulnerable. His chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic pattern, his face slack and peaceful in a way that seemed almost innocent.Evan crept forward, his movements slow and deliberate. The tool Kade had given him w
The moment Evan picked up the phone and dialed his father's number, he knew he was crossing a line that might destroy everything he had built with Kade, but he also knew it was the only way to get the key they desperately needed. His hand trembled as he pressed the call button, the familiar digits of his father's private line feeling like poison under his fingers.The call lasted less than five minutes. Christian Ryder answered on the first ring, his voice cold and expectant, like he had been waiting for this moment. Like he had known Evan would eventually come crawling back. Evan forced himself to sound broken, defeated, exactly the way his father would expect him to sound after weeks of pressure and threats."I want to take the deal," Evan said, his voice flat and hollow. "I want to end this. I cannot keep fighting anymore. I am tired. I am so tired, Father."There was a pause on the other end. Then Christian spoke, his voice carefully neutral. "You
The encrypted message from Maria pinged on Kade's phone at 2:47 AM, and the moment he read her words, he knew their entire plan had just been thrown into a blender. The sound of the notification was jarring in the silence of the penthouse, a sharp reminder that the world outside was still turning while they hid in their sanctuary.Kade sat up in bed, squinting at the bright screen in the darkness of the penthouse bedroom. Evan stirred beside him, mumbling something incoherent before rolling over and going back to sleep. Kade read the message three times, his heart sinking lower with every pass."Safe code cracked. Digital ledger requires physical USB key. Key is always on Vance's person. Worn around his neck. No way to bypass digitally. Need physical extraction. This is bad."Kade swore under his breath, a string of Russian curses that would have made his grandmother wash his mouth out with soap. He had been so close. So damn close. Maria had finally
The package arrived at Evan's apartment in a plain brown box with no return address, and the moment he peeled back the tape and saw what was inside, his entire world tilted sideways into a nightmare he could not wake up from. The box was unassuming, the kind that could contain anything, a book, a gift, a piece of fan mail. But Evan knew better. His instincts screamed that something was wrong. The weight of the box was off, too heavy for its size. The tape was sealed with professional precision. Someone had taken care to make sure this package arrived exactly as intended. He had been expecting something. The past few days had been a constant assault of threats and whispers and hostile stares. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight of that single skate blade, gleaming under the kitchen lights, stained with dark, dried blood that looked like it had been there for days. The blood was crusted and brown, smeared along the edge of the steel in a pattern
The second Kade slammed that Montreal player into the boards I knew the night would end with us destroying each other.The road game turned nasty fast. Cheap shots flew from every Montreal jersey. Late in the third one of their big forwards lined me up with his elbow high ready to take my head off.
The second Coach Harlan said my name that morning I knew Kade Volkov was about to become my personal nightmare.Practice ran us into the ground. We skated hard lines and battle drills until my legs burned. Guys were still buzzing from last nights win but the new guy moved through it all like he had
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
The second I heard that knock on my door during the team break I knew I was done fighting this thing with Kade.The apartment felt way too quiet after that tough stretch of games. No practice. No bus rides. Just me and my thoughts spinning about him. I cracked open a beer halfway through it when th







