LOGINThe office door clicked shut behind Evan and my stomach knotted tight. Something felt off the second Marcus Vance waved him in.
I waited just outside in the hall, ear pressed close. Marcus's voice carried through. "Evan, sit. We need to talk about the team after Miller."Evan's chair scraped. "Yeah, Coach. Miller going like that hit everyone hard. What's the plan?"Marcus cleared his throat. "Plan is we move fast. I called you in because you're steady. Meet Viktor.The locker room celebration died fast when Kade grabbed his bag and slipped out the back door.I pulled on my coat and followed him into the snowy Montreal night. "Kade wait. Where are you going? The guys want to celebrate the win."Kade kept walking fast. Snow fell thick around us. "That guy with the sign. I saw him leave during the third period. I need to find him."I caught up and grabbed his arm. "Are you crazy? It is a trap. The syndicate wants you alone. You cannot just chase him."Kade shook me off but slowed a little. "I have to Evan. Sasha. That name. He knew it. No one else does. I need answers."I stayed right beside him. Snow crunched under our boots. The streets glowed under streetlights. "Answers will not come from following some guy into a dark alley. This feels like an execution setup."Kade glanced at me. "Maybe. But I cannot sit and wait. They used my dead brother against me. In front of thousands. I track him.
The penalty box felt like a cage and then I saw the sign.I sat next to Kade after the refs tossed us in for fighting. My jaw still throbbed from that dirty hit. The crowd noise pressed in from all sides. Kade stared straight ahead breathing hard."You okay?" I asked. "That fight came out of nowhere."Kade wiped blood from his lip. "I am fine. He had it coming. No one touches you like that."I glanced at the clock. Four minutes left in the box. "Still. You did not have to jump in so fast. We were up two nothing."Kade turned to me. "Yes I did. They were gunning for you all night. I saw the elbow. I could not just watch."I nodded. "Thanks. Really. The guys are talking about it already. You protected the captain."Kade smirked a little. "Someone has to. You play like you want to die out there. Two goals and a beating. Impressive."I laughed short. "Felt good to score. But my body is paying for it. How is your han
The plane touched down in Montreal and the media circus hit us like a storm. I stepped off the bus at the arena and cameras flashed everywhere. Reporters shouted questions from every side. "Evan is the rivalry with Volkov still boiling? What happened in Toronto?" I kept my head down and pushed through. "No comment right now. We are here to play hockey." Inside the locker room the guys were loud but tense. Everyone felt the pressure. This rematch against Montreal carried extra heat after our last game here. Coach Viktor stood at the front with his arms crossed looking serious. I dropped my bag and sat down. Kade took the spot next to me. "They are out for blood tonight," he said low. "You good Captain?" I nodded but my stomach stayed tight. "I am fine. Just tired of the questions. They keep asking about us. Like we are the main story instead of the game." Kade smirked. "We kind of are. After tha
The puck dropped and I played like my life depended on it.I won the faceoff clean and drove hard toward the net. Montreal defenders came at me fast but I slipped through. My first shot rang off the post. The crowd roared. I circled back quick.Kade yelled from the bench. "Evan nice move. Keep going."I nodded and lined up for the next shift. My body already ached from the hits but I did not care. "Let me know if you see anything," I called to the guys.One of our defensemen skated past. "Cap they are targeting you. Watch your back.""I know." I took a deep breath. "We push anyway."The second period started and I scored my first goal. A quick wrist shot from the slot. The lamp lit up and the Toronto fans in the stands went wild. I pumped my fist once then skated back.Kade stood at the boards. "That is how you do it. Beautiful shot."I grabbed water on the bench. "Felt good. They are hitting hard though. My rib
The numbers on that page hit me like a punch to the gut."Kade come here right now," I said spreading the crumpled ledger sheets across the shaky motel table. My hands would not stop shaking.Kade leaned over my shoulder still pulling on his shirt. "What is it? You look sick.""Not sick. Destroyed." I pointed at the lines. "They rigged individual stats. Not just final scores. Look at this. My hat trick against Boston three years ago. The defensemen got paid to let me through on every rush."Kade dropped into the chair next to me. "Read it out loud. I need to hear the exact words.""Page nineteen. Payment to two Boston D men. Five grand each. Instructions say make sure Evan gets clear lanes. Goalie told to cheat left on the third shot. That was my breakout game Kade. Everyone said it was pure talent."Kade rubbed his face hard. "Holy shit. Keep going. How many of yours are fake?""At least seven big ones listed here." I f
The truth hit me so hard I could not breathe.I dropped the last ledger page and backed away from the table like it burned me. "Kade my whole career. My father. Vance. They set it all up."Kade stood up fast. "Evan talk to me. What did you just see?"I pressed my hands to my head. My chest felt too tight. "Page twenty eight. My father paid Vance to feed me the puck in college. Vance my best friend. He got money to make me look like a star. Every big goal in juniors. Every scout visit. All of it rigged."Kade moved closer slow. "Sit down. You are shaking."I could not sit. I paced the small motel room. "My father. He bought my entire path. Vance helped him. The guy I trusted most. They turned me into their project. Everything I thought I earned was fake."Kade caught my arm gently. "Hey look at me. Breathe. We will talk through this."I pulled away but not hard. "How do I breathe when my whole life is a lie? I thought I w
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.
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







