Mag-log inLiam’s POVRaymond Holt wanted immunity. That was the first thing Helen told us when we arrived at the league's administration building the following morning.“He has agreed to provide documents and answer questions about the payments,” she explained. “In return, his lawyer has requested that his cooperation be considered when the authorities determine what action to take against him.”“So he's not confessing because he's sorry,” I said. “Possibly not. People cooperate for different reasons. Our job is to establish whether what he tells us is true.”Noah sat beside me, his expression unreadable.“Can we refuse his terms?” he asked. “We aren't negotiating an immunity agreement. That's a matter for the appropriate authorities. We're here to document his statement and preserve any evidence he provides.”I nodded. I didn't care whether Raymond felt guilty. I cared about what he knew, what he had done, and whether his evidence could finally end the operation that had followed me for years.
Liam’s POVI barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the photograph Darius had sent me. My name appeared on the championship contingency plan, followed by instructions for damaging my reputation if I refused the transfer.Raymond had signed it. Derrick had approved it. Tomorrow, they intended to convince the league that I was the problem.At six in the morning, Noah found me sitting beside the hotel window, already dressed. “You haven't slept,” he said. “Neither have you.” “I slept for two hours.” “That's not sleeping. That's a long blink.”He smiled faintly before sitting beside me.“Are you ready?” I looked at the folder on the table. Inside were copies of my contract, the transfer suspension, the payment records, and the contingency plan. Ethan had helped preserve the files, and Helen Price had arranged for the original records to be authenticated before the hearing.“As ready as I can be.”Noah took my hand. “Remember something. You aren't going into that room to prove yo
Liam’s POVHelen Price called us back before we reached the parking lot. “Don't leave yet,” she said. “I've received the photograph you sent. I need to ask you both a few questions.”Noah and I returned to the conference room.Helen placed the photograph on her laptop screen. Raymond Holt stood beside Coach Derrick in a private meeting room. The folder between them carried the league's official seal.“Do you recognize the room?” she asked.Adrian, who had joined us for the meeting, leaned closer.“It's the foundation's executive conference room. They use it for contract negotiations and disciplinary reviews.”“Can you identify the document?” “No. But that seal suggests they're discussing something that involves the league.”Helen looked at me. “Have either of them contacted you today?” “Derrick called an emergency team meeting to discuss removing me as captain. He also told me to stop making accusations.”“Did he threaten you?”“He said I would lose more than my captaincy if I continu
Liam’s POVBy noon, the threat had spread beyond my phone.Someone had sent an anonymous email to the Frostford Hawks' management claiming I had accessed confidential foundation records to manipulate my contract. The email included screenshots of my name beside the disputed transfer request. It didn't include the payment to Raymond. It didn't include Derrick's authorization. And it certainly didn't include the fact that I had never agreed to any transfer. Whoever sent it had chosen exactly what the team was allowed to see. I stood in Noah's hotel room, reading the message on my laptop while he paced behind me. “They're getting ahead of us,” he said. “They've been ahead of us for years.” “Not anymore.”I turned to him. “We have the original records, but if the league only sees their version first, they could suspend me before the final.”“Then we make sure the people who can verify the records receive them before that happens.”Ethan had already arranged a meeting with an independent
Liam’s POVThe words on Ethan's photograph followed me all the way back to the car. EXECUTE IF LIAM REFUSES. I read them so many times that they stopped looking like words and became a threat I could feel beneath my skin.“What do you think they planned to execute?” I asked Noah.He kept his eyes on the road. “I don't know yet. But we won't find out by guessing.” “That's comforting.” “I'm trying to be sensible.”“You're trying not to tell me how worried you are.” He glanced at me. “I'm very worried.”His honesty caught me off guard. “About the transfer?” “About what they might do next. About you walking into a room full of people who have spent years manipulating your life. About the possibility that I won't be able to protect you.”I turned toward the window. “You can't protect me from everything, Noah.”.“I know.”“Do you?” He was quiet for a moment. “I'm learning.”I reached across the space between us and took his hand from the gearshift long enough to squeeze it. “I don't need you
Liam’s POV“Don't accept it.”The words left my mouth before Noah could move. He stared at the screen, where the countdown continued to fall. TIME REMAINING: 26 MINUTES. “If I refuse, they might complete the transfer without my authorization,” he said.“And if you accept, you'll be giving them exactly what they've been trying to get.”“Control of the foundation.”I nodded. “They want you in that position. Your father prepared you for it, and whoever is running this operation needs your authority. If you accept because they've cornered you, how do we know you can ever leave?” Noah looked at me. “I don't want the foundation, Liam. I want to stop them from taking you.” “Then help me stop them. Don't sacrifice yourself to do it.”For a moment, neither of us spoke. I knew what it meant to have someone make decisions about your life without asking. I wouldn't let fear push Noah into the same trap. Adrian moved closer to the terminal. “There may be another way. The system requires successor







