All Chapters of SHOOTING A SHOT AT THE ICE KING : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chase's pov After Brielle walked into the arena with that devil, I stood frozen for a moment. I had to check my phone countless times to see if my father had any update, at least an update for us to know why the both of them were together, because I honestly hoped it wasn't what I was thinking. I got back into my car and drove straight to the arena. I found my father there talking with some men, and without wasting any time, I walked up to him and said, "Dad... I need to talk to you!" "Hold on, son, can't you see that I'm in the middle of a business conversation?" he said, causing me to sigh. I didn't even have the time to wait, but still I had to be patient. I had to find a seat to put my ass on before leaning to the back of the chair. Scrolling through my phone to distract myself, I found myself wandering around her DM. Why was I even here? In her DM? I faced myself and bit my lips at the same time; I wanted to type something, but I forced myself to stay collected. Fucki

Brielle's pov "Your brother mentioned something about you not wanting people in your space... So you can't use that format for me," I said thinking he was going to try to prove his brother wrong. Instead, he just gazed at me and chuckled dryly. With the look on his face, it felt like I wasn't being serious. "If you want to believe whatever my brother says, then he might end up putting you in trouble," he said, causing me to narrow my eyes. "It's not about listening to your brother; it's about what I should believe, and at the moment, I really don't know," I said, causing him to respond with a nod. "You're right, but again, you should know that truth is subjective. My truth and your truth are two different things..." "What do you mean?" I asked out of the blues, waiting to get a response, and then suddenly he said, "I mean... I might tell you something else, but because of what my brother has told you, you might choose not to believe me." Okay, that made a little sense but not

Brielle's pov Wait, what the fuck did this man just say? Unfortunately, I was the only one surprised. Either that or Alistair was very good at hiding shock. He kept a really straight expression as he turned on the water on the sink to rinse his hand. "What did he say he wants?" Alistair asked. "He said he wants to see you, sir. He didn't mention what he wanted," the butler said. Suddenly, my heart began to race. For reasons that I do not know I was also sweating, "It was Chase that called you while we were upstairs; is that right?" Alistair asked, and I responded with a nod because it wouldn't be nice if I lied to him. He chuckled dryly, and with that same straight face, he asked, "Do you guys have anything together?" I shook my head immediately. Wasn't it obvious that Chase just wanted to make my life miserable. "Then why is he here?" Alistair asked, finally showing one emotion at least—anger. He furrowed his brows, completely displeased. After reaching for a towel to dry h

Brielle's pov "How else do you want me to explain why you haven't seen me eating?" Alistair asked. I swallowed hard and started looking around the kitchen; maybe I could find garlic... Wait, was I really thinking about this? He's probably joking. I tried to convince myself. "Why do you think I asked you to cut your friend off because now that she has an idea that you're here, how am I going to feast on your blood?" He asked, causing me to run my hands through my hair, feeling a bit devastated. "You're joking, right? "You can't even be serious, honestly," I said, and he responded with a nod, agreeing to what I said. "If you don't believe me, then that's fine. Low key, you should question why Chase always calls me a devil." He said, causing me to chuckle softly. This was obviously a prank. I'd be dumb to even think to believe what he said. "Vampires. Werewolves, all of those things—none of it is real," I said sternly. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed, "It's okay if y

Brielle’s POV.Game 2 was set for Wednesday night, and the forty-eight hours leading up to puck drop felt like the quiet, suffocating pressure right before a tornado hits.New York was backed into a corner. Losing Game 1 had shattered their composure, and Julian Vance was facing intense heat from the New York press for taking the foolish penalty that allowed Chase to set up the game-winning goal. Instead of adjusting their tactical game plan, the Titans doubled down on pure, unadulterated aggression.By Wednesday afternoon, the media lounge was buzzing with rumors that New York’s head coach had given his squad a explicit directive: physically dismantle Boston's top line before the series shifted to Manhattan for Game 3.I spent the pre-game hours in our media operations room on the second floor, monitoring camera feeds and finalizing the highlight packages for our regional broadcast partners.Around 5:30 PM, the door clicked open. Chase walked in, already dressed in his pre-game warm-