All Chapters of The Hockey Star's Spicy Stripper: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Sabrina’s POVMy hands shot up instinctively, trembling so badly I wasn’t sure I could keep them there. Fear gripped me like a vice. This was the first time I’d ever been in a situation where armed criminals pointed guns at me. Every muscle in my body screamed to run, but I was frozen. This was their territory. If they decided to hurt us, no one would ever hear our cries.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to shut out the danger, but then I heard Bree. Her voice cut through the tension like a blade. She scoffed first, and I realised she wasn’t just brave; she was fearless. My eyes snapped open to watch her challenge them, and I couldn’t believe it.“You better put those toys away!” she barked, voice sharp and unwavering. “You think you can scare me? Pull that trigger, and your empire will crumble before your eyes!”I blinked at her in shock. Bree was standing straight, shoulders squared, glaring at Big Dawg like she was ready to fight a lion.“What did you just say, young lady?” Big Dawg

Sabrina’s POVI was finally making progress with Ami’s surgery money. Though we weren’t close, it felt good to be moving forward. And Bree had a major part to play in all of this; honestly, she was the reason we had succeeded in selling everything in the black market. Without her audacity and connections, we would have struggled.“At least take a little something from the money for your troubles,” I urged her, holding out a thick envelope.Bree waved her hand, her face set in that stubborn way she always had. “Don’t be silly. I didn’t do this because I wanted a cut! This is for Ami. I want nothing more than to see her off that life support. That’s when I’ll be truly happy. Besides, you need all the money you can get right now, so put this back.”I hesitated. “Are you sure? You told me you needed to send some money to your mum. She would really need this too, especially now that you don’t have a job yet.”Bree shook her head firmly. “Sabrina, don’t worry about me. I have siblings who t

Sabrina’s POV“A million followers!!!”Bree screamed like the walls couldn’t contain her joy as she popped open a bottle. The cork shot across the room, and the bubbly explosion of champagne fizz rained down like confetti, drenching everything in sticky, sparkling celebration.I laughed, shielding my face with one hand while clutching my phone with the other, eyes glued to my page. The screen was a blur of hearts, comments, and fire emojis flying so fast I could barely read them. It felt like the entire world had crammed into my tiny apartment, screaming their congratulations straight at me.Bree spun around in her oversized T-shirt, her curls plastered to her forehead from the spray. She was dancing like we had just won the lottery, stomping champagne footprints across the rug.“You’re going to ruin the rug!” I shouted, but my grin betrayed me. My cheeks hurt from smiling, but inside my chest, my heart was pounding with something bigger than joy. A million. The number glowed on my sc

Jace’s POVThis was it, the final training before the Championship. Every stride, every swing of my stick had to count. My legs burned, my lungs begged for air, but I kept pushing, body moving with sharp, deliberate force as I slammed the puck forward.“Go, Harrington! You’re on fire!” Coach’s voice thundered from the sidelines, and that rush of approval lit something hot in my chest.I skated harder, Xavier and Leo flying at my sides like extensions of my own body. They set up a clean pass, quick and perfect, and I didn’t waste it. The puck snapped against my stick, and I drove it into the net with a crack that echoed off the boards.The whistle shrieked. “That’s what I’m talking about!”The rink buzzed with the sound of blades scraping ice, shouts bouncing off the glass, and sticks clashing as my teammates pounded approval. My chest rose and fell fast, sweat soaking my jersey, but I couldn’t stop. Wouldn’t stop. This wasn’t just a practice. It was the last rehearsal before the night

Sabrina’s POVTonight was the D-day. The night the Timberwolves were in the club, gracing it with their presence. Typical billionaire athletes, luxury cars lined the kerb, overzealous security shadows trailing their every step, and protocols that screamed, ‘we own this place.' They had paid for the entire VIP arena just to watch the performance uninterrupted, and every detail radiated their power.I had just finished my performance, and my lungs were burning, sweat cooling on my skin, and the lights fading slightly as I slipped into the locker room. My heart still raced from the performance, but it wasn’t the adrenaline of the stage that had my hands shaking. It was the vial tucked in my palm. A tiny, almost inconspicuous thing, but potent enough to throw Jace Harrington off his game tomorrow.I deserved it. For every lie he had spun to the school panel, every carefully crafted humiliation, every moment he’d made me feel small. My fingers hovered over the vial, marvelling at the weig