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The Wall
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The Falcon’s Show The Shadow
"You're going to puke if you don't stop pacing."Riley ignored him. She kept moving in the small space between their beds, her skates clicking rhythmically on the thin carpet. Each step felt like a countdown. The hallway outside was alive with the sound of doors slamming and guys shouting-the pre-game energy of the first official home opener."Woods. Sit down.""I can't," she snapped, finally looking at Jax. He was sitting on his bed, calmly taping his stick. He looked like he was preparing for a casual afternoon skate, not a game that could end her life if she tripped the wrong way.Jax stood up, towering over her, and placed a heavy hand on her shoulder. He didn't push her, but the weight of it forced her to stop. "You're vibrating. If you go out there like this, you’ll blow it in the first five minutes. The scouts are already in the rafters. They aren't looking for a nervous wreck.""I'm not nervous. I'm... tight.""Because you're thinking about the hair. You're thinking about the
The Falcon’s Show The Wall
"Eyes up, Woods! You’re skating like you’re looking for a lost penny!"Coach’s voice bounced off the empty bleachers, Riley didn't respond. She couldn't. Her lungs felt like they were filled with crushed glass. The athletic tape Jax had forced her to use was tighter than the binder, pulling at her skin with every stride. It felt more like armor, but the kind that crushed you from the inside out.She rounded the far turn, her blades biting deep into the fresh ice. She could feel Jax behind her. He wasn't just skating; he was hunting. Every time she slowed down, his stick would clatter against the back of her skates, a silent threat to keep moving."Pick it up," Jax hissed as he pulled alongside her. He didn't look tired. He looked like he could do this all day. "Beckett’s watching from the glass. Don't give him a reason to come over here crying."Riley glanced toward the dark tunnel. Beckett was there, a shadow in a green tracksuit. He wasn't supposed to be at the Falcons’ practice, bu
The Falcon’s Show The Debt
"Get in the back."Jax didn't look at her when he said it. He didn't even stop walking. He just hooked his fingers into the collar of Riley’s jersey and hauled her toward the rear of the bus. The fabric bunched uncomfortably against her throat, forcing her to stumble over a discarded equipment bag."I can walk, Jax," she hissed. She tried to pry his hand off, but his grip was like iron."Sit." He shoved her into the last bench seat, the one hidden in the deep shadows furthest from the overhead lights.The rest of the team was filing on, loud and rowdy from the win. They were chanting, throwing punches at each other's shoulders, oblivious to the fact that their season was currently hanging by a single, fraying thread. Miller walked past, pausing for a second."Hey, Woodsy. Hell of a goal. You okay? You looked a little rattled out there."Riley opened her mouth to speak, but Jax stepped in front of her, blocking Miller’s view."He's fine," Jax said. His voice was flat. Cold. "Bell rung
The Falcon’s Show The Jersey
"Turn around."Riley froze with her hand on the hem of her shirt. She didn't look back. She knew exactly where Jax was—sitting on the edge of his bed, probably watching her with that same narrow-eyed look he’d had since the dining hall."I'm changing, Jax. Get out.""It's my room, too. And you've got a hoodie on over a t-shirt. What are you, a nesting doll?" Jax’s voice was closer now. She heard the soft thud of his socks on the carpet. "Just take the damn thing off and put your jersey on. We’re late for the bus.""I'll meet you there.""Coach said together. Door to door." He was standing right behind her now. She could feel the heat. It was like standing next to a furnace. "What is it? You got a tattoo of a rival team? A girl’s name?""None of your business.""You make it my business when you act like a freak." Jax reached out and grabbed the back of her hoodie. It wasn't an attack. It was a tug, a frustrated, impatient yank.Riley spun around, slapping his hand away. "Don't touch me
The Falcon’s Show The Roommate
"You’re going to sit there all night?"Riley flinched. Jax’s voice was too close, vibrating through the thin bathroom door. She was still sitting on the edge of the tub, the water running hot and wasting away into the drain. "I’m busy," she called out. Her voice felt raspy, a forced low growl she had practiced in the shower for weeks."Busy doing what? Drowning?"She heard the heavy thud of his boots hitting the floor. Then the springs of his bed groaned. He was settling in.Riley looked at the lock on the door. It was a cheap, plastic twist-knob. One good shove and it would snap. She looked at the binder beneath her shirt. It was damp with sweat, itching against her skin. She needed to breathe. She needed to take it off, but the thought of being exposed in a room with a man who already looked at her like she was a bug under a microscope made her stomach turn.She reached over and turned the shower handle harder. The pipes rattled."Woods!""What?" she snapped."The pipes are shaking
The Falcon’s Show The Scissors
Chapter One: The Scissors"You're actually going to do it."Riley didn't look up. She kept her eyes locked on her own reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror, tracing the way the fluorescent light flickered against her forehead. The scissors felt heavy in her hand. Heavier than they had any right to be. They were just metal and plastic, but they felt like a gavel."Shut up, Ryan," she said. Her voice didn't shake. She was proud of that."It's a federal crime or something. Identity theft. Fraud. Probably a dozen other things that’ll land you in a cell." Ryan was leaning against the doorframe, his weight shifted to one side, biting his thumb nervously. He looked like a wreck. His eyes were bloodshot, and his skin had that sickly, pale sheen of someone who hadn't slept in forty-eight hours. He looked like the reason she was standing here. He looked like a coward."It's not a crime. It's hockey," Riley muttered. She grabbed a thick, dark fistful of her hair. It was long, reaching past h
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