Lahat ng Kabanata ng Pucking Forbidden Claim: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

Kade POVI know exactly what this place is. How could I not?It’s hard to forget that first day, the first time we faced off as rivals instead of just two guys gunning for the same future. Sure, back in training, we went at each other, pushing limits, testing skills. But at the end of the day, there was always the chance we’d end up on the same team, so it never went too far.Then we got signed. Separate teams. And our first pro game? Against each other.It was chaos. Fast, brutal, everything it was supposed to be. Neither of us held back. We fought, full-blown, gloves-off, refs-pulling-us-apart kind of fight. Five minutes in the box, bruises forming before the game even finished. But that was it. That was the moment that set the course for everything.Always at each other. Always pushing. Always fighting.And the crazy bastard loved it.They say kids pick on the ones they like, that boys push girls around

Rook POVI wake to Kade muttering, his voice tense. Day one, and I haven’t even got my eyes open before he’s already stomping around the damn hotel room like the world’s about to end.Sitting up, I blink at him as he holds my phone to his ear.“What the fuck?” My voice is rough from sleep, and he barely spares me a glance before tossing his phone at me.“Check it,” he mutters, still focused on his call.Not a great start to the morning. With a sigh, I rub my face and glance at the screen. My body locks up instantly.My head snaps to the side, eyes narrowing at him. “Got it already,” Kade snaps at me, holding up a camera I hadn’t even noticed he was gripping. Then he goes back to talking like this is a normal fucking morning.“Hello?” I shout at him. “Why the fuck wouldn’t you wake me and let me know?” I snap, gripping his phone tightly.“You were asleep, didn’t want to wake you.” His tone is too casual for the shit I’m seeing.I hold out my hand. “Give me the phone. Let me talk to my

Rook POVI want to tell him to stop, to walk away, to never get further involved in this life. But I can’t. It’s his choice. And the fact that he’d drop it for me? That’s a dangerous kind of devotion.“Now I feel like an asshole for asking,” I mutter.“Do you want me to?” he asks again, searching my face.“No,” I admit, shaking my head. “I just wanted to know if you would.”Kade watches me for a beat, then lifts a brow. “Let me ask you this, Rook, if I asked you not to take over for your father when it’s time, would you refuse?”I scoff immediately. “What kind of dumb fucking question is that? If you told me not to, I wouldn’t.”“Oh, so when I ask, it’s a dumb question, but not when you ask?” He tilts his head, stepping closer, backing me up against the cool tile.I shrug. “Well, I am obsessed with you, so yeah, clearly it’s dumb of you to ask. You should know by now I’d do anything you fucking asked.”His smirk returns, slow and dangerous. “Is that so?”I nod, but something about the

Rook POVThe warehouse smells like sweat and blood, the thick scent clinging to the air as I step into the center of the makeshift training ring. The men stand in a loose circle, shifting on their feet, their faces a mix of eagerness and nerves. They’re new, fresh recruits who think a few street fights and a decent right hook make them ready for this life. They don’t know shit.I roll my shoulders, flexing my fingers as I let my gaze sweep over them. “You think you know how to fight,” I say, my voice cutting through the quiet. “But what you’ve done before now? It’s not enough. A soldier doesn’t fight to win a round, he fights to put his opponent down. Fast. Clean. No hesitation.”A few of them nod like they understand, but they don’t. Not yet. They will soon.I step back and jerk my chin at one of them, a broad guy with a cocky smirk and the stance of someone who relies on his size more than his skill. “You. In the ring.”He steps forward, rolling his shoulders like this is a warm-up

5 years later!Rook POVI drop my phone onto the desk, leaning back in my chair just as my father steps in and braces himself against the doorframe. His expression is the usual mix of exasperation and mild amusement.“He’s back,” he announces.I nod, pushing myself to my feet. “Good.”Heading upstairs, I make my way to our bedroom, and the sound of running water draws me toward the bathroom. Pushing the door open, I find Kade at the sink, washing his hands like some guy fresh off a crime scene. Which, knowing him, isn’t far from the truth.“So, are you going to explain?” I ask, stepping closer.“Explain what?” He flicks a glance at me through the mirror, ever the picture of innocence.“You know what,” I laugh, pressing into him, my gaze dropping to his hands. Red stains swirl down the drain, and I arch a brow. “Kade, you do realize Jonathan has been working with my father for years, right?”“He’s alive,” he mutters, like that should earn him some kind of award.I snort. “Bravo. Bonus