บททั้งหมดของ Hockey Hazard: When Desire Crosses the Ice: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Chase eased his car to the curb a short distance from Yost Ice Arena. He kept the engine running, with one hand on the wheel, and the other resting loosely on the gear shift. He didn’t look at Noah when he spoke.“Go straight in.”"You don't have to do this," Noah said at last, one hand on the door handle."I'm not asking." The firmness in Chase’s voice surprised Noah, but there wasn't any arrogance in his expression. “Just go. Text me when practice ends.”Noah studied him for several long seconds before slowly nodding. He opened the door, climbed out, and shut the door. For a moment he simply stood on the sidewalk before Chase pulled the car forward, red taillights glowing in the pale light as it accelerated down the street. Noah stood there, watching those lights until they disappeared around the corner, then he turned and started walking toward the arena. He never noticed the black SUV parked farther down the street, nor the men watching quietly from inside.Chase arrived at the vil

Chase lingered outside the door of Eli's room for only a few minutes before he went back down and found his father, standing near the tall windows in the study, a cup of black coffee in one hand, gazing out at the manicured grounds as though the events of the past hour had merely been another business meeting. Morning light poured through the towering windows, washing the room in gold, but nothing about it felt warm anymore. "Have you two spoken?" Adrian asked, turning only slightly to look at his son."No," Chase stopped a few feet inside the room. “He won’t talk to me.”Adrian regarded him quietly before giving a slow, almost approving nod, his voice, calm and almost pleased. "Good. He's beginning to think clearly."That single word settled over the room like ice and Chase frowned. "Good? You practically kidnapped and imprisoned his brother.""I relocated his brother and provided superior medical care.""You really believe there's a difference?" Chase laughed once but it held no amu

The streets of Ann Arbor had grown quiet by the time Chase realized he had been driving for hours. The dashboard clock glowed 11:30 P.M. He had already searched everywhere that made sense. Noah’s dorm, the river walk, the convenience store near the athletic complex where Noah always bought those cheap energy drinks after late practices, and even the empty parking lot outside Yost. Nothing.His phone remained silent on the passenger seat and every few minutes, he glanced at it. No calls, no texts and no sign that Noah even wanted to be found. The bruise on his cheek pulsed every few minutes, reminding him of every word his father had spoken that morning.He only has to stay away from you.He was supposed to go home, sleep and show up to class tomorrow. Instead, he found himself turning onto the highway toward Detroit. He wasn't even planning to stop, he just wanted to drive past once. Then he saw him. A lone figure sitting on one of the concrete benches outside Detroit Medical Center. B

The black SUV rolled through the iron gates just after sunset.Noah sat in the back seat between two of Adrian's security men, a black duffel bag resting across his lap. No one spoke as orders were rarely explained and questions were never encouraged.Noah stared at the passing buildings without really seeing them as the city drifted past the tinted windows. Then the SUV slowed and one of the guards finally spoke."Take the package. You've got five minutes."Noah looked up at the guard nodding toward the duffel and he picked it up without another word. The SUV stopped beside an abandoned laundromat in one of Detroit's older neighborhoods. Everything about the street felt wrong. There were no children, no passing traffic and no music drifting from open windows, only silence."You know what to do." The guard said as he opened the rear door and Noah stepped out.The SUV pulled away immediately, disappearing around the corner and leaving him alone. He adjusted the strap of the bag over his

The cold inside Yost Ice Arena was supposed to be familiar, but today, Noah felt like it was cutting straight through him. Practice had only been going for twenty minutes and already, every stride felt like punishment as he tried to ignore the sharp pull in his thigh beneath his equipment.He was skating hard enough to keep up with the drill, but every time he planted his injured leg, pain shot through his thigh, still, he kept moving because no one needed to know. He couldn't afford to sit out even if his leg screamed every time he pushed off or the stitches pulled beneath the bandage. He could handle it. He had to."Again!" Coach Jenkins' whistle cut across the rink and the players reset.Noah took his position and rolled his shoulders before the puck moved. It started fine until another player cut across his path and he pivoted sharply. Pain exploded through his thigh and his skate nearly slipped. He recovered before anyone could notice, but the movement cost him and he fell behind