All Chapters of The Hockey King I Hated: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Three KnocksLiam's POVThree slow knocks.The sound echoed through my apartment like a countdown.Noah reacted before I did. His hand shot out, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me two steps away from the door."Don't answer it."His voice was barely above a whisper. I frowned and pulled my arm free. "You don't get to order me around.""I'm dead serious.""So am I too."Another three knocks, steady and patient, this time. Whoever stood outside wasn't trying to force their way in, but they were waiting for me to make the choice.I looked through the peephole, the hallway was empty, again. My chest started hitting fast again."No one's there."Noah didn't move. "They know you'll look first.""What?""They're standing where the peephole can't see them."I turned to look at him. "How would you know that?"His mood didn't change. "I've seen it before." That answer only raised more questions.I slowly unlocked the deadbolt."Liam.""If nobody's there, I'm opening it.""You'll regret it."I igno

The Conversation My Father Never FinishedNoah's POVMy father had warned me this day would come, but I just never believed it would happen like this.The voice outside the apartment door was too calm, and too patient. As if the man had all the time in the world."Noah Knight...open the door."Liam looked from me to the entrance."You know him." It wasn't a question. But I kept my eyes on the door."I know the voice.""Who is it?""I don't know if it's really him."Another knock, not loud but just enough to remind us he was still there. "Liam," I whispered low."Lock the deadbolt."But he hesitated, and asked. "Why?""Just do it."Something in my tone must have convinced him, he crossed the room and slid the deadbolt into place. And the metallic click hit through the apartment.The man outside chuckled. "Still cautious."His voice carried through the wood as though he were standing beside us."That's good."Liam sighed. "Who are you?" There was a brief silence, and then—"Someone tryin

The Way He Held MeLiam's POV“Why did my father die?”The words left my mouth before I could stop them.Raymond Holt smiled from across the rooftop.Noah stepped in front of me. “Don’t listen to him.”Holt’s smile widened. “That’s exactly what he wants you to do.” Sirens sounded somewhere below. The men who had chased us were getting closer. Holt glanced at the roof entrance. “We should continue this conversation another time.”“No.” I stepped around Noah. “You brought up my father. Finish what you started.”Holt looked directly at me. “Your father discovered something about the hockey program.” My stomach tightened. “What?”“He discovered people were controlling more than games.” Noah grabbed my arm. “We’re leaving.” Holt laughed. “You still haven't told him, Noah.”Noah's grip tightened. “Not here.” Holt's eyes moved between us. “Then perhaps I'll let someone else tell him.” He pulled out his phone. A photograph appeared on the screen.My father. Standing beside another man. I coul

The Memory Between UsLiam's POV“Now what?”Darius pulled at the exit again. Locked. Noah looked at the control room. “We need to get the power back.” I looked at him. “You've done this before?”“Yes.”“How many times?”He didn't answer. That was answer enough. A loud bang came from the other side of the rink.Darius stepped back. “Someone's trying to get in.”Noah grabbed two hockey sticks. He handed one to me. “Stay close.” I took it. “I'm beginning to think that's your favorite sentence.”“It is when you're involved.”My eyes met his. For a second, the fear disappeared. Then another bang shook the doors. We moved. Noah led us to the equipment corridor. Darius stayed behind us.“Where are we going?” I asked.“Old maintenance tunnel.”“There's a tunnel?”“There are several.”I sighed. “You really know this place.”“I've had reasons.”“Of course you have.”He glanced at me. “Are you angry?”“Yes.”“At me?”“Mostly.”He nodded. “I deserve that.”That answer caught me off guard. Before

What Noah KnewLiam's POVI stopped running. Noah nearly crashed into me. “What happened?” I turned the phone face to him. He went rigid. The photograph. My father. His father. Coach Derrick. All standing together. Noah stared at it. “You knew.” His silence answered me.“You knew Derrick was involved?”“I knew he knew your father.”“That isn't what I asked.”Footsteps sounded behind us. Noah grabbed my hand. “Not here.” I pulled away.“Then where?”“Somewhere safe.”“You've been saying that since the bridge.”“And you're still alive.”“That doesn't mean I trust you.”His eyes met mine. “You just told me you did.”“I did.” I stepped closer. “But you're making it difficult.” He smiled. “I know.” Darius appeared at the end of the tunnel.“They're coming.”Noah looked at me. “We talk when we're out.”I nodded. This time, I followed willingly. We reached an emergency exit behind the old equipment warehouse.Noah forced the door open. Cold air hit my face. A black SUV waited outside. I froz