All Chapters of Hockey Hazard: When Desire Crosses the Ice: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

The locker room was empty when Noah walked in. The muffled sounds of practice filtered through the walls. The scrape of skates against ice, the distant whistle, and the occasional holler from players to each other.He dropped his bag on the bench, and sat heavily on the floor for a few seconds, he simply staring, then he started removing his gear. He ripped off his gloves and tossed them into his bag, then his shoulder pads, then his helmet.He took his time and the moment he stopped moving, he became painfully aware of the deep, pulsing ache in his thigh. Every small shift seemed to pull at the wound beneath the bandage. He carefully reached down and took off the protective padding around his leg. His fingers trembled and he clenched them into fists."Fuck."He leaned back against the locker and closed his eyes. He hated this, hated feeling so fucking powerless, but more than anything, he hated being helpless. On the ice, he didn’t have to worry about any of it. He wasn't some broke-a

Noah knew something was wrong the moment Adrian summoned him and it wasn’t just about the timing. He stood outside the study with his hands shoved into the pockets of his hoodie, waiting for someone to let him in.He was tired and it wasn’t just about the lack of sleep as his body still carried the evidence of the previous assignment. The bruise along his ribs, the shallow cut near his jaw, the gash in his thigh and the ache in his shoulder whenever he moved it too quickly. It was nothing Adrian would care about.The door opened and one of Adrian's men stepped aside. "Mr. Voss is expecting you."Noah walked in and stopped several feet away. Adrian sat behind his desk, reading something on a tablet. He didn't look up."You called."Adrian continued reading for a few seconds before he placed the tablet down. "Close the door."Noah did and came back to where he had been standing. Adrian studied him, his eyes moved briefly over Noah's face, his posture, and the slight stiffness in his sho

Chase laid on his back for almost an hour, staring at the ceiling. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Noah walking through the foyer, covered in blood. He had no new messages and no missed calls from Noah and he had spent the entire night wanting to go after him, but he hadn't because for once, wanting something hadn't been enough.Noah had told him to stay away so he stayed away. It was the hardest thing he'd ever done because he understood why. There were some things he couldn't fix by forcing his way into them. He turned onto his side and stared into the darkness.He wanted to do something. Anything. But rushing into his father’s office and demanding answers accomplished nothing. His father didn't respond to anger, he responded to power, leverage and control and Chase had nothing comparable. Not yet. He had his name, his hockey career, his education and his family's money, but every one of those things belonged, in some way, to his father. He couldn't protect Noah and he coul