Sabrina’s POVI walked as fast as my legs could carry me, my hood pulled low, not daring to look back. I could hear his footsteps behind me; they were faint, but I had already disappeared into the maze of streets before he could catch up. My breath came in short, shaky bursts as I ducked into a small coffee shop, my pulse still hammering in my ears.Sliding into a corner, I pulled out my phone and ordered a ride. Two minutes away. Two minutes had never felt so long. I kept my eyes glued to the screen, but the little number might as well have been frozen. It stayed on “2”, like the driver had decided to park on another street and nap.I didn’t want to just stand around doing nothing. In New York, a girl in a black hoodie lingering by herself could easily draw the wrong kind of attention. The crime rate was high enough that people were suspicious of everyone, and I didn’t need anyone looking too closely at me. So, I made my way toward the counter to order something, hoping to blend in.
Sabrina’s POVI was still on my knees. The carpet pressed into my skin, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was the crushing weight in my chest, the gnawing panic twisting my stomach into knots. Surely there had to be something, anything at all, that could be done. I didn’t know what it was, but I was clinging to the desperate hope that Lady B might have one more solution hidden up her sleeve.“Is there anything else I can do?” My voice cracked as I looked up at her. “I mean… anything at all?”“Look, Spicy,” she said with a slow shake of her head, “I don’t know how else or where else you intend to raise $2.5 million. That’s almost impossible.”Her voice was calm, but the words hit like a brick to my ribs. She rose from her highly esteemed seat, her chair rolling back just slightly, the click of her heels echoing across the office. The sound felt sharp, slicing through my thoughts like a knife. She stopped in front of me and half-sat on the desk, placing herself directly in my line
Sabrina’s POVI rushed to the hospital as fast as I could the moment I heard Ami had a complication last night. My world felt like it was crumbling right before my eyes. I hurried to her bedside, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. But she was lying there, so still. Her eyes hadn’t opened. The only sound in that cold, sterile ward was the relentless beep from the life support machine and my sobs echoing off the walls.Just then, the nurse walked in and gently put a hand on my shoulder. Her calm presence was the only thing holding me together.“She is going to be alright; she is stable now,” she reassured me softly.I swallowed hard, trying to believe her words. “I hope so, Nurse. When I saw the message from the hospital, I thought... I thought I was going to lose her.”I fixed my gaze on Ami’s pale face, willing her to open her eyes, but there was no response. Then my phone beeped. My heart skipped a beat. I hoped it was Skye; maybe she finally replied to my endless me
Jace’s POVI was back home against the doctor’s orders. I couldn’t stand another night in that hospital ward. The smell of disinfectant alone made my stomach churn. The ride back was quiet. Scott sat beside me, and before we were even halfway home, he was already asleep.I turned to watch him for a moment. Scott wasn’t just a friend; he was the brother I never had. Sure, sometimes he overdid things, but I knew he cared. He’d put the whole world under my feet if he could.His head tilted slightly, the breeze from the open window blowing through his hair. He hadn’t rested since the match, running up and down to make sure I was okay.Home at last.“Wake up, sleepyhead!” I tapped his shoulder lightly. He jerked up, stretching with a yawn.“No, I didn’t sleep.”“Yeah, right,” I smirked. He reached for the car door, but I stopped him.“Nope. The driver will take you home. You need to rest before your head explodes. You look exhausted.”“Nah, I’m good, man. I need to stay with you, make sure
Sabrina’s POVI don’t know how long I stood there, frozen, staring at the screen behind the club bar.One second, he was skating full speed toward the net, smooth as hell. Then, he scored, the crowd screaming like wild animals. And the next... he was down. Crashed. Crumpled. His helmet flew. His body just stopped moving.My heart plummeted. It wasn’t just a concern. It was raw fear.I wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not about him. Not about the rich, cocky hockey player who walked around like the world owed him trophies and threesomes.But I did.Because under all that bravado, I’d seen something else. The way he looked at me. The way he touched my jaw backstage, like I was something delicate, not just another masked girl dancing for tips. He wasn’t just curious. He felt something. And now he was lying there on the ice like a goddamn ragdoll.“Spicy?” Nessa, one of the floor dancers, called from behind me, confused. “Aren’t you supposed to be back in VIP? You’ve got another customer
Jace’s POVAt this point, Scott was a thorn in my flesh. I was up close with Spicy, our lips almost touching, and he burst in backstage like a damn hurricane.“There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he huffed, catching his breath. “We have to leave now; we are running late for the games.I didn’t even blink. “Scott, can I have a moment, please? You’re my assistant, not my bodyguard.”He finally noticed her, and of course, he grinned like a damn idiot. “Hi there. You were smoking hot up there. What’s your name again? Maybe I can book you for the Timberwolves' pre-championship party. Since Jace can’t seem to keep his hands or eyes off you.”She chuckled softly, eyes still locked on mine. “I don’t do outside gigs. Sorry.”Smart. Mysterious. Untouchable.“You know what? That’s a good idea,” I said, brushing my thumb gently across her jaw before stepping back. “This is the only sensible thing you’ve said today, Scott.”“Right,” he muttered, clearly annoyed.“Can I have your