INICIAR SESIÓNBella POVThe basement office for community outreach was small, cold, and smelled like old paper. It was tucked down a back hallway near the storage rooms, far away from the main ice rink and the executive offices upstairs.I set my box of files on the plastic table in the center of the room. A single lamp lit the desk, casting long shadows across the empty shelves.My father thought this would break me. He thought hiding me away in the basement would make me give up and accept my place in his shadow while Chloe took over my life's work.I pulled my tablet out of my bag, turning it on to check the team system. My main administrative access had already been blocked. I couldn't view the travel logistics, the medical updates, or the line setups for our upcoming home game against Chicago.My chest felt tight, a dull ache settling behind my ribs. Two years of hard work, torn away in less than an hour just to keep me quiet.A quiet knock at the open doorway made me look up.Nikolai was stan
Bella POVThe hum of the plane engines quieted down as the charter touched the tarmac back home. Outside the small window, the sky was gray, a drizzly morning rain washing over the runway.I looked down at my hand. Nikolai was still holding it, his broad thumb rubbing steady, slow circles across my knuckles. The warmth of his kiss from last night was still sitting on my lips, quiet and real, but the heavy reality of being back in our city was already creeping in."We're on the ground," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.Nikolai slowly let go of my fingers, though his blue eyes stayed fixed on mine. "Don't let them get in your head today, Bella. We did our job on the road. Whatever they try to pull inside the building, we face it together.""I know," I said, taking a slow breath as I reached down to grab my bag. "Just be ready. My father doesn't stay quiet when he gets pushed into a corner."When the cabin doors opened, the cold damp air rushed inside. The guys packed up t
Bella POVThe silence inside the charter plane was deep and peaceful. Most of the players were fast asleep, worn out after sweeping all three games on the West Coast road trip. Winning in San Francisco earlier that evening had capped off our perfect week, leaving the entire team in high spirits before fatigue finally took over.I sat in my seat near the back, my laptop open on the tray table. The overhead lamp was turned off, leaving only the soft glow of the screen illuminating my notes. I was double-checking the practice schedule for when we landed back home tomorrow, trying to keep my mind busy.A gentle movement in the aisle made me look up.Nikolai walked down the narrow path, his steps quiet on the carpet. He had swapped his suit for a simple dark long-sleeve top and track pants. He looked tired, but his dark blue eyes were soft and clear as he stopped beside my row."You're still working," he said, his deep voice barely above a whisper so he wouldn't wake anyone up."Just finis
Bella POVThe morning skate went by quickly. The team felt light on their feet, moving around the rink with an easy rhythm that showed in every drill. Winning in LA had lifted a huge weight off everyone's shoulders, and even the head coach had a relaxed look on his face as he blew his whistle to end practice.By seven in the evening, the arena was loud and full of energy. The fans here were aggressive, pounding on the glass behind our bench and yelling at the guys while they warmed up.I stood in my usual spot by the bench door with my clipboard in hand, checking the line sheets.Nikolai skated past, stopping near the boards to grab his water bottle. He looked completely centered, his posture calm despite the loud noise shaking the arena."They're going to come out hard in the first ten minutes," I said, leaning closer so he could hear me over the crowd. "Their defense plays tight on the blue line."Nikolai took a sip of water, his dark blue eyes fixing on mine. "Let them try. We'll d
Bella POVWe landed in San Jose late the next evening. By the time our team bus pulled up to the hotel, it was already past eleven. The guys were quiet, carrying their travel bags inside with tired steps after a long day of flying and practice.I stood by the front desk, making sure all the room keys were handed out properly. The lobby was empty except for two night clerks and our coaching staff.Nikolai stayed near the entrance, waiting until the last player took his key and headed toward the elevators. Once the lobby cleared out, he walked over to where I was standing, setting his bag down on the floor."You look like you're about to fall asleep on your feet," he said softly, looking at me."I'm fine," I said, handing the extra room list back to the clerk. "Just tired from the flight. The schedule for tomorrow's morning skate is already printed out for the coaches.""Good," Nikolai murmured. "Now go to your room and get some rest."I grabbed my bag, but my phone buzzed in my coat po
Bella POVThe arena in Los Angeles felt different from home. The morning skate was relaxed, light bouncing off the fresh surface of the ice as the guys passed pucks around and tested the glass. Without my father or Dante hanging around the tunnel, the usual dark pressure hanging over our heads was completely gone.I stood by the bench holding my tablet, checking off the equipment lists for the night's game.Nikolai glided over to the boards, leaning his arms over the top edge. He was breathing lightly, his dark hair damp from sweat, but his face was completely relaxed."Everything on schedule, Manager?" he asked, tapping the toe of his skate against the wall."We’re ten minutes ahead, actually," I said, looking up from the screen. "The ice crew wants us off in five, but the bus back to the hotel won't be here until noon."Nikolai wiped his forehead with the back of his glove. "Good. Gives the guys time to stretch properly."Dmitry skated past, spraying a bit of ice toward the bench. "







