Todos los capítulos de The Hockey Star's Spicy Stripper: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Esme’s POV“Do I hear one million?”The auctioneer’s voice sliced through the heavy silence like a blade.“One million, going once… going…”“Two million.”The crowd stirred, heads turning toward a shadowed man in the back. He was masked like the rest, but his presence pulled the room tight.“Ten million.”The words hit like a death sentence. Cold. Sharp. Familiar.I knew that voice. I’d never forget it.Dolce Diabol. They call him the Sweet Devil. My father’s rival. The same man who had him killed and took over his territory.And now, my father’s killer had just bought me.The auctioneer’s gavel slammed down.“Sold.”Just like that, I was sold to the most notorious drug lord in Mexico. Diabol controls the entire Culiacán region. I would be transported across borders like a package, still in handcuffs, and for the first time in my life, I felt true fear.I didn’t know what waited for me on the other side. They injected something into my neck, and before I could react, a cloth was tied

Sabrina’s POVMorning crept in softly, the kind of morning that almost felt unreal. Birds chirped faintly outside, and from a distance, the city of New York was already awake: car horns, a bus engine, and the low murmur of life starting all over again. I rolled lazily in Simon’s massive bed, the sheets cool against my skin, the mattress wide enough to make me feel like I could disappear in it. I wasn’t fully awake nor fully asleep; i was just hovering somewhere in between.That was when I heard it: the faint buzzing of my phone. At first I thought it was part of a dream, a leftover echo from somewhere else. But the sound came again, persistent this time, vibrating through the silence. My eyelids were too heavy, and my body weighed down as though I hadn’t rested at all. I wanted to ignore it, to pretend the world outside this room didn’t exist.But it wouldn’t stop.When I finally cracked my eyes open, a sharp headache pounded behind them. “Ugh…” I groaned faintly, clutching my forehead

Jace’s POVMy heart was filled with joy. This was the happiest I’d been since the championship. Nothing compared to this. It was time to show the world that the king was back.“So, I need to be sure you’ve had enough protein before we head to the ice,” Scott said, scrolling through the tab on his iPad, checking what I’d eaten that day to see if it matched the exact amount of protein and calories I needed.“I’m not hungry, Scott. Just grab my stuff and let’s go.” My legs, my hands; hell, my whole body was itching. I couldn’t wait to hit the ice.“Not until you have a glass of smoothie. You haven’t had enough protein and calories today. I don’t want your strength running out while you train.”“Well, I just said I’m not hungry.” My voice came out sharper than I meant, but I didn’t care.“And I heard you clearly, but you don’t have to be hungry to take your protein shake. Since you refused to wait until tomorrow before hitting the ice, I have to prep you well. This is non-negotiable.”“Wh

Sabrina’s POVI wasn’t thinking straight. Physically, I was standing in Simon’s closet, fingers fumbling through his neatly arranged racks of shirts, trying to find something to wear. But mentally, I was miles away, back in Dante’s house, with Skye. My thoughts were with her, praying she was safe, imagining the worst, and trying to figure out how to get her out before it was too late.“Hey, slow down.” Simon’s voice cut through the fog of my panic. He stepped into the closet slowly, his gaze steady and cautious, as if he could read every line of my face. “Is something wrong? It seems like you had a distress call, and you haven’t said a word about it.”“I’m fine,” I muttered quickly, tugging one of his joggers from the shelf. My hands trembled. “I just need to get somewhere as soon as possible.”“Ok, fine. I’ll drop you off,” he offered. His voice carried a flicker of care and concern, like he wanted to push but didn’t want to cross a line.“Nah,” I said, shaking my head. “You don’t hav

Jace’s POVEverywhere was eerily calm, but my chest felt like it was trying to escape. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. The airbag had deployed against my chest, warm and rough beneath my trembling hands, and Scott, Scott was unconscious beside me. Blood stained the side of his head, and I couldn’t tell if he was breathing. A ringing echoed through my skull, and when I tried to move, the pain in my head hit like a hammer.“Scott!!” I called out, my voice hoarse, cracking under the weight of fear. Every time I spoke, my head throbbed like it was splitting in two, but he didn’t move. Panic clawed at me, sharper than anything I’d felt in years. For the first time in a long time, I called him by the name we used to call each other when we were kids.“Buddy! Please… stay with me!” I stretched my hand toward him, desperate to reach my phone, to call for help, to summon anyone who could save us. My fingers grazed it, and it slipped, skittering across the cracked dashboard