All Chapters of CROWN OF ICE: My Rival Captain Forgot Our Bond(MM ROMANCE): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Noah POVRain slammed against the high, reinforced basement windows of the Queens FBI safehouse.The room smelled of stale coffee, cold concrete, and hot server copper. Fluorescent tube lights hummed overhead, casting a harsh white glare across the concrete floor. In the center of the room, Agent Olivia Carter sat behind a hardened steel decryption rack, her fingers flying across a dark mechanical keyboard.I sat on a narrow metal bench near the rack, my knees brushed against Adrian’s.Jax and Leo stood five feet back, leaning against the concrete wall. Jax had his dark jacket unbuttoned, his broad chest rising and falling in slow, heavy drags as he kept his eyes on the heavy iron door above the stairwell. Leo stood close beside him, his arm brushing Jax’s shoulder, his fingers twitching against his belt.Adrian shifted on the bench. He didn't say a word, but his heavy, muscular frame leaned firmly into my left side.The broad, unyielding heat of his shoulder pressed straight into min

Adrian POVThe heavy iron door at the top of the basement stairs blew inward with a deafening crack.Wood splinters and concrete dust rained down through the pitch darkness. High-caliber gunfire erupted overhead, tears of automatic rounds ripping through the floorboards, tearing light fixtures clean off the plaster ceiling."Down!" I roared, throwing my body over Noah.I slammed him flat against the concrete floor beneath the steel decryption rack, my broad frame covering him completely. The heavy scent of dark cedar poured off my skin in a dense, protective wall, blanketing his Omega aura as plaster dust filled the air."Jax! Leo! Get behind the concrete pillar!" Agent Carter barked, drawing her tactical pistol in the dark.Two flashbang grenades bounced down the concrete stairwell, sparking bright red trails through the dust.BANG! BANG!Blinding white light detonated in the basement room, illuminating four syndicate mercenaries in dark tactical armor rushing down the steps. Suppres

Noah POVThe sharp smell of antiseptic, sterile gauze, and burning ozone hit my nose as the heavy steel doors slid shut.We were on the third floor of a secure military medical facility in Brooklyn, admitted under false civilian names. Armed federal guards stood posted outside the reinforced door, their weapons drawn.In the center of the private room, Adrian lay face-down on the wide hospital bed. His broad back and shoulders were covered in red, blistering burns from the thermite fire. A clear IV line ran into his left arm, dripping strong pain medication into his bloodstream, keeping his heavy frame completely still.Jax sat in a heavy armchair by the window, his formal shirt unbuttoned, his knuckles bruised as he stared at the rain-slicked glass outside. Leo stood beside him, holding a small silver ice pack against Jax’s wrist, his fingers resting softly over Jax’s forearm.I sat on the edge of the mattress, holding a fresh roll of sterile white bandages in my trembling hands.The

Adrian POVMy lungs snapped open, pulling in a ragged drag of sterile hospital air.I sat bolt upright on the narrow bed, sheets tangling around my hips. Cold sweat dripped from my jaw onto my bare chest. My back throbbed with a sharp, burning heat beneath the white bandages, but the pain felt distant, drowned out by the thunderous roar inside my head.The final wall in my brain collapsed.Three years of missing memory flooded back in a single violent surge. I saw the night of the crash. The heavy rain lashing the team bus windshield. The black SUV forcing us off the bridge. Mercer standing over my hospital bed with a syringe filled with pale liquid. I saw Blackwood signing the gag order.Most of all, I saw Noah standing in the rain three years ago, wearing a heavy silver chain around his neck."Adrian!" Noah gasped, his hands coming up to grab my shoulders.Jax slammed his back against the wall, his broad chest heaving as he reached for his waistband. Leo stepped in front of the wind

Noah POVThe private clinic smelled sharp and clean: rubbing alcohol, floor wax, and cold metal. The air felt too still under the bright fluorescent lights.Two federal bodyguards in plain black jackets stood outside the heavy glass entrance, watching the hallway. Inside the examination room, the lights hummed overhead and threw a hard white glare across the polished counter.Dr. Ethan Mercer sat behind his steel desk. His white lab coat was spotless. He adjusted a gold pen between his fingers, looking calm and sure of himself. He had just finished Leo’s mandatory pre-game evaluation and stamped the clearance papers with clear reluctance after the earlier fight in the hallway with Jax.“I am surprised you agreed to step inside my clinic, Captain Bennett,” Mercer said, leaning back in his leather chair as Leo moved to stand near the door with the rest of us. “Given the recent rumors.”I sat in the chair across from him and kept my hands flat on my knees.Under the lapel of my black jac