081: PLAYING HERO

KIERAN POV Twenty minutes later, I was driving Dominic's black SUV through the rain slicked streets of downtown Boston, pushing the engine to its absolute limit. The speedometer stayed at ninety miles per hour as I drove through the late night traffic to Shells Airport. Heavy rain hit the windshield as my heart raced. Beside me in the passenger seat, my leather duffel bag sat open. Inside was the kit I had kept hidden in the back of Dominic's trunk since the night we raided the Brooklyn warehouse…a heavy 9mm handgun, two extra magazines, and a satellite tracker. My phone chimed on the dashboard. Dominic's name flashed on the screen. I hit the speaker button. "Talk to me," I barked. "Marcus just pulled the flight plans," Dominic said, his voice coming through fast and urgent over the speaker. "A private Gulfstream registered to a Swiss holding company filed a flight path from Shells to Zurich ten minutes ago. Departure window closes in twelve minutes." "Is Agent Cil

082: IT'S OVER?!

KIERAN POV The shot rang out before anyone could react. I had drawn the gun from my waistband in a second, firing a single round straight through the forehead of the guard who had put his hands on Yara. The man dropped like a stone, collapsing onto the concrete. "DOWN!" I roared at Yara. Yara didn't hesitate. She threw her body flat against the wet ground as the second guard drew his weapon. I fired twice more. BANG! BANG! The bullet tore straight through the second guard's chest, throwing him backward into the tires of the plane "Shoot him!" Sienna screamed from the top of the stairs, her calm composure instantly shattering into wild panic as she scrambled backward into the cabin of the jet. The two guards near the wing pulled out their guns and opened fire. Bullets tore into the concrete around my feet, sending sparks into the air. I dove behind a heavy steel baggage cart as more bullets hit the metal. I stepped out from behind the cart and fired three shots, hitt

083: WE MADE IT

YARA POV The silence was heavy, broken only by the crackle of burning jet fuel and the distant sound of approaching sirens. Agent Cillian lowered his weapon, his hand staying close to his holster as he stared at the bleeding man on the plane wing. Frederick was on his knees, holding his shattered shoulder. Blood soaked through his expensive suit jacket, Beside him, Sienna was screaming, as she tried to pull her father back from the flames spreading near the left engine. I turned my head toward the shadow of the cargo hangar where the shot had come from. Agent Cillian stood under the bright floodlights, a silenced sniper rifle in his hands, thick smoke rising from the barrel. He slowly lowered the weapon, stepping into the open rain with two armed federal officers right behind him. "FBI! Nobody move!" Cillian’s voice echoed across the tarmac, cold and authoritative. My breath caught in my throat. Kieran didn't drop his gun, but he stepped directly in front of me, shiel

084: LOVEY DOVEY

KIERAN POV Three weeks later. The morning sun was shining brightly through the high glass windows of our Brooklyn Apartment. The smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. I stood by the stove in a pair of grey sweatpants, flipping pancakes in a pan. My shoulder was completely healed, the bruises from the airport tarmac were gone, and for the first time in my life, my head felt clear. On the kitchen island, my laptop was open to a live sports broadcast. The headline on the screen read: KIERAN VOLKOV SIGNS RECORD EXTENSION WITH NEW YORK. Below the headline was a picture of me, Dominic, and Alaric at the team headquarters yesterday, officially signing my long-term contract extension. The mafia was dead to us, The federal investigation was officially closed. The Volkov Sports brand was entirely clean. I heard soft footsteps coming down the hallway. Yara walked into the kitchen wearing one of my oversized black hockey t shirts, her long blonde hair tied up in a loose bu

085: THE END....

YARA POV Three months later. The main arena at the New York Ice Center was packed with over eighteen thousand screaming fans. The bright stadium lights reflected off the fresh white ice below, and the noise of the crowd was like a constant roar. It was opening night of the new hockey season. I sat in the front row right behind the home team bench, wearing a custom Volkov jersey. My life had completely transformed. My legal consultancy practice in Brooklyn was thriving. I had passed the bar exam with high marks…and was actively helping young athletes and vulnerable people protect themselves from predatory contracts. I wasn't the broke, heartbroken girl anymore. I was strong, secure, and standing on my own two feet. Down on the ice, the team finished their pre game warmup laps. Kieran looked powerful in his captain's jersey. He skated past the team bench, stopping right near the glass where I was sitting. He pulled off his helmet, and looked right at me. A warm, br

All Chapters of Playing Pretend With The Mafia Hockey Star : Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

081: PLAYING HERO

082: IT'S OVER?!

083: WE MADE IT

084: LOVEY DOVEY

085: THE END....