All Chapters of Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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061: KIDNAPPED

YARA POV When I finally opened my eyes, my head felt like it was splitting in two. A dull, throbbing pain echoed behind my temples, and my mouth tasted like dust. I groaned softly, trying to raise my hand to rub my face, but my arms wouldn't move. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the heavy fog from my vision. I wasn't in a car anymore. I wasn't in a cheap motel, and I certainly wasn't at the bus terminal. I was tied to a heavy wooden chair in the middle of a large, dimly lit room. The walls were made of old, unpainted brick, and the floor was cold, bare concrete. High above, a single bare light bulb hung from a frayed wire, casting long, eerie shadows across the space. The air was cold, damp, and smelled strongly of rust. It looked like a basement near the docks. "She's awake," a voice called out from the shadows near the corner of the room. I froze, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs as I pulled frantically against the thick ropes binding my wrists behind the

062: KIERAN TO THE RESCUE...AGAIN

KIERAN POV I stood frozen beside the vanity table in the walk in closet, staring down at the diamond ring rested in the center. Beside it lay a small piece of paper with few words written in Yara's handwriting Don't look for me, Kieran. A sharp, dangerous heat flared in my chest. My jaw clenched so hard my teeth hurt. I shoved my hand into my hair, gripping it tightly as my gaze tracked every part of the closet. Her dark coat was gone. Her law textbooks were gone. "Dominic! Alaric!" I roared, my voice tearing through the quiet room. Footsteps thundered down the hallway a second later. Dominic skidded into the bedroom doorway with Alaric right behind… "What's wrong?" Dominic snapped, scanning the room for a threat. "She's gone," I muttered, stepping out of the closet and shoving the folded paper into Dominic’s chest. "She left during the night. How the hell did she get out of this building without either of us noticing?" Dominic read the note, his face draining of colo

063: TELL ME WHAT TO DO YARA

YARA POV "Kieran!" I sobbed, relief crashing over me so hard my entire body shook. He didn't look at me. His complete focus was locked onto the scarred guard standing three feet away from my chair. "Drop it," Kieran commanded, his voice cold… The scarred guard panicked. Instead of dropping his weapon, he made a desperate, stupid decision, he swung his gun toward my head, intending to use me as a shield. He never got the chance to pull the trigger. Kieran fired twice in rapid succession. The soft pops echoed through the basement. The scarred guard's eyes went wide with shock as two red spots bloomed across his chest. He staggered backward, hit the wall, and slid down to the floor, motionless. Silence settled over the basement again, thick and heavy..Kieran dropped his arm, stepping over the fallen guard on the stairs, and walked quickly toward me. "Yara," he breathed out, his cold composure instantly shattering the moment he reached my chair. He dropped to one knee i

064: YARA!!!

YARA POV The cold rain stung my skin, but I barely felt it. Kieran held me so tightly against him that I could feel the sharp pounding of his heart. few feet away, Mikhail stood under his black umbrella, his arm still outstretched, waiting for the flash drive to be claimed. Behind him, at the pier gate, the federal agents were still there "Yara," Kieran whispered again. His voice lacked its usual smooth authority. It was strained and raw. "Tell me what to do. Did my father force you out of the house?" I stared at the federal agents closing in on us, If I told Kieran the truth…that Mikhail had put me on an ultimatum twenty four hours to disappear, Kieran would fight his father right here. And by morning, he would be in handcuffs, charged as an accessory to murder based on the altered parking lot footage. His career would end in a public scandal, I couldn't let that happen. My chest felt tight, my throat dry, but I knew what I had to do. "Kieran," I rasped, my hands sh

065: NO, NO, NO!!!!

KIERAN POV The red taillights of my father’s sedan disappeared around the corner of the pier entrance, cutting through the heavy rain before vanishing entirely into the dark. "Kieran! Get down!" Dominic slammed his body into my side, shoving me hard against the car A gunshot cracked across the pavement as a bullet hit the hood, sending sparks flying inches from my face. Russo's men were still firing through the broken windows, trying to escape before the federal agents closed in. But i didn't care. I didn't even draw my gun. I stood there in the pouring rain, staring at the empty stretch of road where Father's car had been seconds ago. My chest heaved, every breath burning like acid in my lungs. My hands were shaking, not from cold, not from adrenaline, but from a raw, suffocating rage that made my vision blur. ”Don't look for me, Kieran. It's over.” Her voice repeated in my head, a sharp blade twisting directly into my chest... She had walked straight into the car withou

066: LONDON, ENGLAND

YARA POV The silence inside the cabin of the jet was unbearable…I leaned my forehead against the cold glass of the window. My reflection looked pale and hollow staring back at me from the dark. Below us there was nothing but endless black ocean. I reached down to my right hand, my thumb instinctively brushing against my ring finger. It was bare. The skin felt cold, empty, and wrong. Taking that promise ring off felt like tearing out a piece of me, But taking it off was the only reason Kieran is not in a fight with his father…and not in prison. I squeezed my eyes shut, a single, tear escaping and trailing down my cheek. I saved him, I told myself, trying to calm my racing heart to the thought. He's safe… "Miss Quinn." I flinched, snapping my eyes open and turning my head toward the aisle. One of Mikhail’s security guards, a broad shouldered man with a sharp hairline and a dark suit stood a few feet away, holding a silver tray with a glass of water and a white po

067: KIERAN IN LONDON?!!

YARA POV "Dominic??" I pressed the phone tightly against my ear. My heart pounded so hard and fast that I could hear it. "Dominic, how did you get this number?" I demanded, my voice trembling,"If your father tracks this line…if Finch finds out I answered" "My father doesn't control us anymore, Yara!" Dominic said sharply. "I don't have time to explain how I got your number. Alaric spent six weeks tracking Finch's private server just to find a few minutes when your phone connected to the Kingston tower. You need to listen to me right now." A cold fear settled in my stomach, killing the small bit of hope I had felt when I saw the call. "Is Kieran okay?" The words rushed out of me before I could stop them. Three months of built up fear, three months of sleepless nights staring at the ceiling of my apartment wondering if he was breathing, all pressed into three desperate words. "Dominic, please. Tell me he’s okay." "He’s destroying himself, Yara." Dominic let out a harsh,

068: LET'S GO BACK YARA

YARA POV The phone slid from my numb fingers, falling onto the table as my world narrowed down to the man standing across the street. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. My lungs burned for air… Three months. Ninety days of waking up in a cold, unfamiliar bed in Kingston, telling myself my sacrifice was worth his peace. Ninety days of staring at the empty walls of my apartment, hoping he was playing hockey and building a life far from the darkness that had almost destroyed both of us. And now, here he was. Standing in the rain, looking at me after all this time. I never thought I would see him again. He crossed the pavement with deliberate strides, his hands shoved into the pockets of his dark coat, his piercing blue eyes pinned to mine through the café glass with a terrifying, unyielding intensity. He looked harsher, leaner…dark shadows carved beneath his eyes like bruises, but the fire burning in his gaze was hotter than anything I had ever seen. The bell above the café

069: FUGITIVES

Snap. A sharp sound echoed from the front of the café. Kieran's posture changed instantly. The look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a sharp, alert focus. Before I could even process the sound, Kieran grabbed my shoulder, shoving my body down flat against the bench behind the table, shielding me entirely with his broad back. "Kieran!" I gasped, my heart leaping into my throat as panic seized my chest. "Stay down," he ordered softly. Through the narrow gap beneath the table, I saw three pairs of boots step into the café, moving over the shattered floorboards in tight, disciplined formation. These weren't Mikhail’s men, They weren't Finch’s either Standing at the front of the line was a woman in a long, tailored black coat. Her dark hair was styled into a sleek, tight bun, her expression elegant, cold, and entirely merciless. Selene Orlov. Two broad shouldered men stood beside her, their guns pointed at Kieran's chest. "Hello, Kieran," Selene said, her voice sm

070: TALIA! JERIAH!

YARA POV My head was spinning. Only hours ago, I was sitting in a quiet café in Kingston, drinking cold tea and trying to memorize my Law books. Now, I was a fugitive. An international red notice had been issued for my arrest. The feds thought I was a co-conspirator to a murder. My career, my reputation, and my clean life were entirely gone. "Stop overthinking everything, Yara " Kieran’s deep voice broke through the silence. He sat down in the leather armchair directly across from me. He had stripped off his wet coat, leaving him in a dark, fitted shirt that showed the massive size of his shoulders. His dark hair was still damp, clinging to his forehead, but those piercing blue eyes of his were fixed entirely on me. "Kieran, did you hear what that voice said?" I asked, my hands trembling as I locked my fingers together. "They said your father didn't leak that footage. They said he was just a pawn. They told us to look at what we left behind in New York." "I heard it too

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