All Chapters of SHOOTING A SHOT AT THE ICE KING : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Brielle's pov I rolled my eyes as my eyes landed on the message, "Sorry, won't be available..." I typed a reply but then canceled it almost immediately, running my hand through my hair, a bit tense. "Chase, I'd love to take an excuse..." I paused, then pressed the send button quickly before I changed my mind. "I won't be available tomorrow by 8, but by 12, I'll report for duty," I sent the follow-up message and archived the text afterward. The next day, I got dressed in sky-blue jeans and a plain black shirt. Since I woke up, I hadn't bothered checking my phone, but the second I reached for it, I realized I had about 25 missed calls and 17 voicemails, all from Chase. I swiped left, ignoring all of them. At this point, if he wanted to fire me, he should. Eventually, if this place became too difficult to live in, I'd phone one of my relatives and travel. "Hello... Paige, where's the address? At this point, I don't want to turn on my internet connection," I said. "Okay, the place i

Brielle’s POV. Suddenly, I noticed the team players murmuring things amongst themselves. I couldn't tell what exactly they were saying, but with the look in their eyes, I knew it wasn't a good thing for them. "If you need me to sign anything stating that I take all the blame for what happened with the photo and will never come to the internet to talk about it, I will!" I said, running my hand through my hair as I inhaled and exhaled. "Anything you want me to do at this point. "I'll do it. I don't want to work for you again; I'm tired," I said, causing Chase to burst into laughter. "You think it's that easy? You think we're just going to let you off?" "You have no right to keep me!" I snapped and walked forward, but it was difficult because of the ice. "Because the contract I signed with my company stated that after one year of working with them, I can decide to quit, but I don't; they can't fire me until my 3-year contract expires," I said, and he froze before gesturing for the m

Brielle's pov My eyes met her eyes almost immediately after I saw his name on her screen. "Wait... This isn't?..." I paused, wanting to hear from her first. She shook her head and frowned at me. "Why would you even think like that? I would definitely not be talking to that asshole who treated my friend like she's a piece of shit!" She said sternly, and I believed her. Besides, Chase had too much pride to be calling a girl or even anyone that much. "Then who's that? Are you seeing someone now?" I asked, and she glanced at me. Then she tightened her hand on the steering wheel. "It's not very serious yet..." "It's not serious, and besides... I don't think he likes me that much..." She said, causing me to furrow my brows. "You don't think he likes you that much, and he's been calling you? You can't really be serious right now... You should check your messages before he drives to your house just to look for you..." "He would do that," she cut in. "You're right... I should text him.

Brielle's pov Alistair looked right at me and said, "Let's go into the pub... There's no need for us to waste our time out here..." "If anything, I want you to feel that you've been wronged so you could understand that in anything you do... You should make sure Chase pays!" He said. I bite my lips, trying to stay composed. I say, "He's such a bastard. I fucking hate him, honestly." What broke me more was the fact that I was readily trying to defend him. I thought he was only being cruel to me because of the kind of pressure on him. "Don't speak about it. I told you already, instead of wasting any of your strength talking or yelling. Channel it into working for me, and you'll see how well you can hurt him," he said, causing me to swallow hard, biting my lips. I clutched my fingers, trying to form a fist. I said, "I'm going to heal, honestly, and I'm going to make him suffer." He wants to leave hockey, right? I promise that I'll keep him there and make sure he's miserable in the

Brielle's pov "What's he doing here?" I suddenly asked. The kind of rage that built in me the second I saw him because this is the exact man that wants to ruin my life. My heart ached, and honestly, it took so much self-control to remain where I stood because the sudden urge to launch towards him and pour my rage on him kicked in. "What are you doing here?" He returned the question, completely shocked that I was here. "And what are you doing with this devil?" Chase asked, closing in the space between us. I honestly lost all the strength to bicker words with him, so instead, I turned to Alistair and asked plainly, "Can we go?" "Yes," As we walked towards the door, I subconsciously wondered what he was doing here, but I planned to ask that question when we got inside. "Don't fucking walk with that monster like you're not hearing me." He said, but we didn't respond until we got in and finally lost his voice. "What was that?" I asked, rhetorically, "That was chase after chase. I