All Chapters of The Hockey Captain’s Obsession: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

The heavy weight of Alexander’s large body pressed Oliver deep into the mattress. The smell of strong whiskey and hot, sweaty mint filled Oliver's nose.Oliver gasped for air. He pushed his hands against Alexander’s broad chest. He used all his strength to push the heavy man up just a little bit. Oliver managed to sit up halfway.He lifted his hands and held Alexander’s face. Alexander’s cheeks were burning hot and bright red."Are you okay?" Oliver asked. His voice was soft and full of real worry. "Do I need to call the maids?"Alexander stared at Oliver’s lips. He shook his head fast. His black hair rubbed against Oliver’s hands."No," Alexander said. His voice was a messy, drunk slur. "No one else. Do not call anyone. Just you."Alexander slowly lifted his own large hand. He reached out. He wanted to touch Oliver’s soft cheek. His rough fingers got very close to Oliver's skin.Then, Alexander stopped. He pulled his hand back quickly. His jaw clenched hard."Stop me," Alexander groan

Oliver’s hands shook wildly. The cold gun vibrated against Alexander’s chest. Alexander stared at him with dark, fearless eyes.But Oliver could not pull the trigger. He could not shoot Alexander in the heart.Suddenly, Oliver pulled the gun back. He lowered his arms. He pointed the heavy black barrel directly at Alexander’s right knee."Give me the key," Oliver ordered. His voice shook, but his blue eyes were completely desperate and determined. "Unlock this chain. Right now."Alexander’s face changed. He looked down at the gun pointed at his leg. He looked back up at Oliver’s angry face. Alexander knew Oliver would not kill him, but Oliver was desperate enough to shoot a leg to escape.Alexander breathed heavily. He slowly reached his large hand into the pocket of his dark blue silk pants. He pulled out a small silver key.Alexander slowly kneeled down on the thick carpet. He moved his hot hands to Oliver’s ankle. He put the small key into the cold metal lock.Click.The lock opened.

4 DAYS LATER.The huge bedroom was completely dark. The thick, heavy curtains blocked all the warm sunlight. The air in the room felt incredibly heavy and totally dead.Oliver lay completely flat on the big bed. He did not move at all.He looked terrible. His face was the color of dirty grey ash. His cheeks were very hollow. His pale lips were completely dry and cracked open. A small drop of old, dried blood sat on his bottom lip. His eyes were closed. His breathing was very slow and very shallow.Next to the bed, a small wooden table held plates of very expensive food and a glass of fresh water. The food was totally untouched. The smell of cold, wasted steak and old fruit filled the dark room.Alexander stood quietly by the side of the bed.He wore a simple black shirt and dark pants. He looked incredibly tired. Dark, heavy bags hung under his grey eyes. His jaw was covered in rough, black stubble. He stared down at Oliver’s weak, still body. His hands formed into tight fists at his s

The first photo showed the cold ice hockey rink. Oliver's father lay dead on the white ice. Right next to his body was a small, empty medical syringe. It was the murder weapon.The second photo showed a dark road. A luxury car was totally crushed against a large, dark tree. It was the exact car crash that killed Isabella. His own mother.The detective leaned forward. His voice was very quiet."I found the whole truth, Mr. Montgomery," the detective said. "Your mother, Mrs. Montgomery, found out about the illegal doping drugs. She tried to stop your father. She wanted to go warn Dr. Hartley. But your father found out. He ordered his men to fake a car crash. So..."The detective stopped talking. The silence in the room was incredibly heavy and dark.Alexander stared at the photo of the crushed car. His grey eyes turned completely red. He grabbed the paper file and crushed it tightly in his large fist. His jaw locked so hard his teeth hurt."I always thought my mother died in a normal acc

SIX MONTHS LATER.The stadium was incredibly loud. Forty thousand fans screamed at the top of their lungs. The bright white lights shined down on the freezing ice.CRASH!A massive, heavy sound echoed through the arena.Alexander Whitman slammed his body hard against an opposing player. The player flew backward and crashed violently into the clear glass wall. The player fell flat onto the cold ice.It was James.James groaned in pain. He tried to get up, but he was completely crushed.Alexander stood tall on his skates. He wore his black and silver captain's jersey. His face was sharp, cold, and totally focused. He looked exactly like a dangerous, powerful king. He completely ignored James.Alexander stole the black puck. He skated incredibly fast down the ice. He raised his stick. Smack! The puck flew straight into the net.The red goal light flashed brightly. A loud horn blew. The game was over. They won the championship.The crowd went totally crazy.High above the ice, inside the