All Chapters of Falling For My Stepbrother On Ice: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Peter's POV Linda didn't listen to me, and that was her mistake. The gun went off and the sound was enormous in the small room, a crack that hit my eardrums like a fist. I felt the air move near my left ear and then the window behind me exploded outward, glass raining down onto the floor. I looked at the window, then back at Linda. "You missed from that short distance. Really, Linda? Am I that terrifying?" "The next one won't miss," she warned, scrambling out of the bed and onto her feet, the gun still up and her bonnet hanging sideways off her head. "Sure it won't." I replied, taking another step toward her. She fired again, and sure enough, the bullet landed on my left shoulder and spun me halfway around. I hit the dresser and grabbed it with my right hand, knocking the jewelry box to the floor. "FUCK!" For a full three seconds, I couldn't see anything. The pain was all-consuming, radiating from my shoulder outward in waves that made my teeth clench. My left arm dropped to

August's POV The room they'd given us at the K.U ice rink was small, but at least it was functional. It had two long benches running along opposite walls and a row of hooks for gear. Nothing like our proper locker room back at FSU, but we were the away team tonight so this was what we got. A folding table in the corner with water bottles and energy bars, a single overhead light that buzzed faintly, and right now, complete silence. I didn't mind the silence, because I needed it. I sat on the bench and unlaced my skates slowly, working each knot loose with fingers that were still slightly swollen from the game. My shoulder ached where Everett had driven his elbow into me in the third period, and there was a bruise forming along my left forearm that I'd deal with later. None of it bothered me, though, because we were going to the finals! I rolled my shoulders back and smiled to myself. FSU Icehawks were going to the finals for the first time in five years, and I had put eight goa

August's POV "I am extremely disappointed in every single one of you, extremely." Coach said an hour later, looking at each one of us in turn. "We just won the semi-finals, we are going to the finals, and instead of celebrating that like professionals, you lot are in here brawling like animals in a back alley. Do you have any idea how this looks?" "Coach, it wasn't our fault, Everett came in here and..." Tyler started. "August was already on the ground when we got here, they jumped him first..." Diego tried. "We didn't even start it, those Keiser boys walked in here and..." Mason cut in. "If you'd just look at August's face you'd know we didn't..." Nate added. "That's enough!" Coach yelled, and every single one of us went silent immediately. Even the sports administrators sitting near the door looked uneasy. Coach turned away from us and toward the two administrators and the Keiser University coach, and his whole demeanor changed. His shoulders dropped and his voice went smooth

Dona's POVI'd been lying fully dressed on my back for two hours, staring at the ceiling and getting nowhere.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother's hand slipping out of mine. I kept turning it over in my head, trying to make sense of it. The policeman had asked specifically about Peter Kellerman, which meant this had something to do with Peter. And if it had something to do with Peter, then there was every chance it had something to do with the insurance fraud, the forged hospital documents, everything my mother had confessed to at Piper's apartment that night.My mother could be sitting in a cell right now because of things Peter had dragged her into, and there was nothing I could do about it from this room.I heard a loud ring from the dresser and I was across the room before I could think. I grabbed my phone and flipped it over. August was calling.I'd texted him everything the moment the squad car pulled away, telling him everything that happened. I answered immediately.

August's POV "So what was my mother actually like?" I asked, turning my wine glass slowly between my fingers. "In college, before everything." Ursula looked up from her plate with a chuckle. "Oh, your mother was the most wonderfully strange person I have ever met in my life. I remember she used to float into lectures twenty minutes late with paint on her hands. She once turned up to a study group with a live cat she'd found outside and just set it on the table! Can you imagine that?" I laughed. "That tracks, actually. She loved cats; we used to have a tabby when I was little." "Our friend group even had a nickname for her," Ursula continued, her eyes warm. "We called her Luna Lovegood. You know, from Harry Potter? Because she just walked around in her own world most of the time, completely unbothered by what anyone thought of her." "She was like that at home too," I replied. "Head permanently in the clouds. She used to paint with the radio on full blast and then wonder why she co