All Chapters of Frozen Submission (M*M)Romance: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

**Chapter 155: Father’s Deal**The prison smelled like bleach and regret.I sat across from my father in a small, sterile visitation room, separated by thick glass. Callan had wanted to come with me. The team had argued against me going at all. But this was something I needed to do alone. One final chapter with the man who had tried to own my entire life.He looked smaller behind the glass. Prison orange didn’t suit him. The sharp suits and calculated confidence were gone. What remained was a tired, bitter man with hollow eyes.“You came,” he said. His voice sounded tinny through the phone receiver.“You offered a deal.” I kept my tone flat. “I’m here to listen.”He leaned forward slightly. “Testify at my sentencing. Tell them I was under duress. That the syndicate pressured me into involving you. Help me get a reduced sentence—ten years instead of life. In return, I’ll give you everything. Names. Accounts. The last offshore holdings. Enough to bury what remains of the organization. V

**Chapter 157: Quiet Wedding**Three days later, we got married again.Not the small, improvised hospital ceremony we’d had while the link was dying. This one was still secret, still quiet, but it felt like a real beginning. A declaration. A promise made with clear eyes and full hearts, no chemicals or fading bonds forcing our hands.We chose a small private garden attached to a secure wing of a different hospital facility—one the federal agents had cleared for us. Spring flowers were just beginning to bloom in carefully tended beds. A simple wooden arch stood at the end of a short stone path. No press. No cameras. No audience except the people who had fought beside us through every circle of hell.Tate. Beck. Maren (who had flown in the moment she heard). Elodie.That was our entire wedding party.Callan wore a simple navy suit that had been tailored around his shoulder brace. I wore black. We both looked a little banged up—bandages, healing bruises, exhaustion lines—but neither of u

**Chapter 159: Anxiety Without Anchor**I woke up gasping, the way I used to when I was a kid and the house was too quiet after one of Dad’s rages. No link. Just the hollow scrape of my own pulse in my ears and the faint hum of the safe house ventilation system. My chest locked up before I even opened my eyes. The room was dim—federal marshals didn’t believe in windows that opened or clocks that told real time. Everything blurred at the edges. I pressed my palm to the center of my sternum like I could manually restart the engine that used to be *us*. Nothing answered back. No warm tug from Callan’s end of the connection. No steady thrum of his heartbeat syncing with mine. Just silence. Vast, screaming silence.“Brooks?” Callan’s voice, rough from sleep, came from the other side of the bed. His hand found my shoulder immediately, heavy and real. For a second it helped. Then the wave crested anyway.I sat up too fast. The walls—plain beige, reinforced, no personality—tilted. My lungs f

**Chapter 161: Final Video**The video didn’t just go viral. It detonated.Within six hours of Reyes’ arrest, the edited footage had racked up forty-three million views. By morning, every major sports network, gossip site, and late-night host had clipped the worst parts: Callan’s face twisted in what looked like rage, my younger self looking small beside him, manipulated audio suggesting coercion, threats, grooming. The headline writers had a field day.*Callan Kane: Predator Behind the Mask?**From Blackmail to Husband – The Dark Truth of the Thunder Scandal*I watched the numbers climb on the tablet the marshals finally let us have with limited access. My stomach twisted into knots so tight I had to hand the device to Callan before another anxiety attack could take root.He stared at the screen for a long time, thumb hovering over the pause button like he wanted to crush it. The dominant confidence he’d carried since we renewed our dynamic had cracked overnight. He looked... hollow.

**Chapter 163: The Offer**The email sat on the screen like a loaded gun.*Sixty days suspension. Full reinstatement. Complete nondisclosure. No further public statements on the syndicate, linking drugs, or related events. Violation nullifies the agreement and triggers lifetime ban consideration.*I read it three times while Callan stood behind me, hands on my shoulders, thumbs pressing into the tight muscles at the base of my neck. His touch was the only thing keeping me grounded as the numbers danced in front of my eyes.Sixty days.I could be back on the ice before the new season really heated up. Back between the pipes. Back to the only identity I’d known since I was a kid. The money would keep flowing. Sponsors might return. We could breathe again.Or we could tell the league to go fuck itself and watch everything burn.“You’re spiraling,” Callan said quietly. “Come here.”He didn’t wait for me to obey. He simply guided me out of the chair and onto the couch, pulling me sideways