登入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.The second I cracked open that hidden folder on my old contact's drive I knew the truth would shatter whatever was left between me and Kade.My hands would not stop shaking as I sat alone in my apartment late that night after another brutal win. The team had gone out celebrating but I begged off with some excuse about resting my shoulder. Really I had been chasing leads for days digging through old emails and financial scraps my dad left behind before he stepped back from the league. One file stood out. A ledger. Scanned pages full of numbers dates and names that made my stomach drop.I scrolled faster heart hammering. There it was. Volkov. Kade's brother listed with a massive transfer payment funneled through shady accounts tied to the team owner. Notes about "cleanup" and "silence the complaints." Dates matched the rumors perfectly. My father's signature sat at the bottom of half the pages like a goddamn confession.This was the proof. The syndicate had
The second I locked the medical room door behind us I knew everything between me and Kade was about to explode one way or another.The team had cleared out for the big press conference downstairs leaving the arena halls quiet except for the distant hum of lights. Kade stood in the middle of the room arms crossed over his chest those cold gray eyes watching me like he expected another fight. His jaw was tight scars standing out under the harsh overhead bulbs. I had dragged him here right after practice when I could not wait any longer."Kade listen to me" I said stepping close enough to smell the sweat still on his skin. "I found the ledger. My fathers old records. The one with all the payments and names."He did not move but his eyes sharpened. "What the hell are you talking about Ryder?"I pulled out my phone and opened the scanned pages I had saved. My hands shook a little as I held it up. "Look. Dates from ten years back. Your brothers name is
The 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 confession hit me like a blindside hit into the boards. I stood frozen in that New York hotel room, the words still ringing in my ears. Nikolai. My father. Murder. Kade's gray eyes burned into mine, raw and broken, waiting for me to explode or walk out. I did neither. My chest felt like it was
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
The second I stepped back onto Toronto ice after Montreal I knew the line between hate and need had already blurred too far.Practices felt completely different now. Every drill Coach paired us together on purpose. Kade and I circled each other like fighters waiting for the bell. His gray eyes foll
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.







