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WHO'S BOSS CAPTAIN?

CHAPTER 161Raphael finished the last drop of his coffee, set the mug down on the tray, and threw back the duvet. He swung his legs over the edge of the mattress, intending to stand up with his usual effortless grace.But his thighs and lower back immediately lodged a fierce, aching protest.A sharp wince broke across his face as his knees buckled slightly, forcing him to catch his weight against the edge of the nightstand. His muscles felt utterly used, deep and sore in a way that made his teeth grate.Liam, still sitting on the edge of the bed, crossed his arms and watched him with an infuriatingly slow, smug grin spreading across his face."Need a hand there, Thorne?" Liam teased, his voice dripping with playful satisfaction. "Or do I have to buy a wheelchair so you can move around now?" Raphael slowly straightened up, his dark eyes narrowing at his proud boyfriend. A slow, wicked smirk tugged at the corner of Raphael’s mouth. Liam was looking entirely too comfortable, far too ple

La La Land

CHAPTER 162"...I’m just saying, if we’re playing an actual NHL affiliate squad across the border, we aren't staying in some cheap-ass motel. I’m hitting the upscale lounges the second we land," Marcus declared, tossing his towel into the hamper with a loud slap. "And you know the kind of women who hang around those places? High-maintenance, designer bags, and completely bored by those soft, pampered guys.""Yeah, and you think you’re pulling one of those with that mugshot, Marcus?" Lee barked from across the row of stalls, lacing his skates with a violent yank. "You’ll walk up, spill your drink on her shoes, and get escorted out by security before you even drop a wack ass line.""Watch me, you're still a rookie in the game," Marcus shot back, grinning as he bumped Lee’s locker. "I’m just strategizing. Word is the guys on that roster are so weak in bed their girlfriends are practically begging for an upgrade. We walk into their arena, steal their game, steal their girls. Easy money. I

NO MORE LA LA LAND

CHAPTER 163The silence inside Coach’s office was somehow worse than the shouting on the ice.Liam stood just inside the closed door, his skates resting heavy on the dark industrial carpet. His chest was still pounding against his ribs, his throat tight, his face burning with a deep, prickly humiliation that refused to cool down.Coach didn't yell. He didn't slam his clipboard or throw his gloves onto the desk. He just unzipped his track jacket with a slow, deliberate scrape of the zipper, tossed it over the back of his swivel chair, and sat down. He rubbed a heavy hand over his face, letting out a long, exhausted sigh that seemed to drain all the air out of the room.When Coach finally looked up, his eyes weren't blazing with the terrifying, fiery rage he’d just unleashed on the rink. They were quiet. Tired. Genuinely concerned.Fuck, Liam thought, his stomach performing a sickening, violent flip. Please just yell at me. Swear at me, threat to strip the 'C', do something. Don't look

CAPTAIN MODE!

CHAPTER 164Liam pushed through the heavy locker room doors with a long, tired exhale, fully expecting the worst. On second thought, his guys would either be doing two things. They'd either be silent and nervous waiting to throw a pity party for him or they'd be little minions of evil. He'd witnessed these two versions of them over the years.Half the guys were already stripping out of their chest pads and tossing gear into their bags, the usual noise of metal locker doors slamming echoing off the concrete walls.The second Liam walked past the whiteboard, Marcus looked up from his stall, a roll of black tape balanced on his knee.Liam didn't waste time. He held up a hand, bracing himself against his stall. "Look, guys—I’m sorry about out there. Seriously. My head wasn't in the drill, I wasn't sharp, and I let you guys take the heat when I should've pulled us together.""Cap, shut the hell up," Marcus grunted, violently yanked a strip of tape off the roll and throwing it into the tras

ARE YOU ALRIGHT?

CHAPTER 165Liam decided to stop staring into those dark eyes. He walked robotically to his locker and started stripping off his gear. He stuffed his elbow pads into the bottom of his heavy duffel. His knuckles were white against the zip, his teeth clamped so tight together his jaw muscles ached.He could feel Raphael sitting there. He could feel those dark, unblinking eyes burning a hole straight through his back, tracking every tense, twitchy movement Liam made.Just pack the bag and get out of here, Liam told himself, his pulse hammering a erratic, chaotic rhythm in his throat. The sheer, hot humiliation of the morning was still coiled tight in his gut like a hard lump. Coach’s brutal tearing-out on the ice, the whispers, the sheer vulnerability of being exposed as a shitty and unfocused leader—Raph had watched every single second of it. And worst of all, they both knew why Liam’s brain had been mush in the first place.Liam pulled his jacket off the hook, unzipping it with a loud

WE NEED A BREAK

CHAPTER 166Liam stayed buried in the crook of Raphael’s neck for a long, quiet minute, letting the solid heat radiating off Raphael’s body sink right through the lingering chill in his own skin. The silence in the empty locker room didn't feel suffocating anymore; it just felt still, heavy with the quiet rhythm of their breathing.The sheer weight of the morning—Coach’s firm, unyielding reality check, the sloppy performance on the ice, and the exhausting effort of putting on that invincible Captain armor for the guys—felt a little less crushing with Raphael’s broad hands pinned flat against his back.Liam let out one last, ragged breath, his forehead scraping against the soft cotton of Raphael’s shirt before he forced his legs to hold his own weight again.He pulled back slowly, his hands resting on Raphael’s chest for support before sliding down to his sides. He didn't avoid Raphael's eyes this time. His chest was still rising and falling in uneven hitches, but the stiff, defensive

PETTY RAPH?

CHAPTER 167The drive back to the apartment was dead quiet. Probably because this was the first time he was driving alone in a long time.He didn't turn on the radio. He just gripped the steering wheel at ten and two, his knuckles turning white, staring straight down the empty asphalt. The heater hummed a low, steady drone in the dashboard, but the cold, prickly irritation under his skin wouldn't go away.He had done the right thing. He knew he had. It was a logical, adult decision made under insane pressure. Coach was breathing down his neck, the scouts were going to be there, and the team needed a solid Captain, not someone whose brain was turned to mush. If Raphael couldn't see that Liam needed a clear head for the biggest scouting weekend of their lives, then that was on him.Liam pulled into the complex parking lot, killed the engine, and grabbed his gym bag off the passenger seat. He took the stairs instead, two at a time, shoved his key into the lock, and pushed open the front

BENCHED MY LOVE

CHAPTER 168Liam was the first one on the ice.He had his skates tied ten minutes before the scheduled team practice, his helmet snapped tight, gliding in tight, aggressive circles around the center ice logo. He was trying to get his mind right, trying to force the heavy, suffocating beating out of his chest and replace it with the cold, familiar rhythm of the game.He was the Captain. He had made an executive call for the sake of the team, and he needed to set the pace from the second the rest of the squad stepped onto the ice.The double doors near the entrance swung open, and soon the heavy stomping of skates hit the ice.Liam slowed his stride, turning his head to watch the guys filter out. Kowalski was loudly arguing about some fantasy football trade, and right beside him was Big Mike—and Raphael.Raphael was leaning in toward Mike, a low, genuine laugh rumbling out of his chest, his eyes crinkled at the corners as Big Mike gestured wildly with his stick. He looked completely re

PRIDE OR LOVE?

CHAPTER 169The overhead projector clicked off, plunging the film room into a brief, dim twilight before the fluorescent ceiling lights hummed back to life.Around Raphael, the guys were already stretching their legs, groaning as they stood up from the padded folding chairs, tossing empty foam cups into the trash can by the door. Raphael took his time zipping his notebook into his duffel bag, keeping his shoulder turned firmly toward the wall.He didn't look across the room. He didn't have to. He could feel Liam’s presence over by the whiteboard like a localized weather system—cold, heavy, and full of static.Raphael stood up, slinging his bag over his shoulder, his mind involuntarily sliding back over the last fourteen hours.Sleeping on Big Mike’s lumpy couch had been hell. The apartment smelled like stale protein powder and cheap body spray, Kowalski had snored loud enough to rattle the drywall until four in the morning, and Raphael had spent the entire night staring at the water s

THE WALL BETWEEN US

CHAPTER 170It had been two days since Marcus dragged him into that greasy diner, but the cold, heavy weight of that conversation was still sitting right on Raphael’s chest.He was still sleeping on Big Mike’s sofa—waking up every morning with a stiff neck and the stale smell of Kowalski’s laundry floating through the hallway. Marcus’s words kept looping in his head like an annoying background track. He’s terrified, Raph. He reached for the emergency brake because he was drowning.Raphael knew that. Deep down, he knew Liam was losing his mind under the pressure. But every time Raphael looked across the locker room and saw Liam’s face—stone-cold, impassive, completely locked behind that rigid Captain armor—his jaw just tightened right back up.It wasn't even about petty pride anymore. It was the fear.If Raphael just backed down now, if he brushed it under the rug and let Liam off the hook, what happened the next time things got heavy? Was Liam always going to push him out whenever li

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