All Chapters of Deviant On The Ice : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

MarloI hated the cold, yet here I was, spending another Friday night breathing in the freezing air of the Monash University athletic center.I twisted out a heavy mop into the yellow bucket, my knuckles aching. The harsh fluorescent lights of the corridor buzzed above me, offering no heat, only a blinding headache. Through the thick glass doors at the end of the hall, the roar of the crowd was a muffled, continuous thunder.It was just a Friday scrimmage, a practice match before the real season started, but the stands were packed to the rafters. Everyone on campus worshipped the ice. More specifically, they worshipped the monsters who owned it.I pushed the mop down the hallway, keeping my head down. My oversized hoodie swallowed my frame, and I instinctively tugged the left sleeve down to cover my wrist. The thin silver scar there was a permanent reminder of the night my life burned to the ground. A reminder of why I needed this miserable, minimum lwage cleaning job. Forensic psycho

Marlo I slammed my fists against the heavy door until the skin on my knuckles split."Let me out!" I screamed, my voice tearing through my raw throat. "Someone, please! Let me out!"My frantic cries bounced off the cold walls of the surveillance room, swallowed by the suffocating silence of the underground. I spun around, my back pressing hard against the locked door. My chest heaved, my lungs burning as I stared in absolute horror at the glowing monitors.On the largest screen, the masked man standing behind Aunt Siobhan hadn't moved. He was just a dark, towering shadow in our small, worn out living room. Siobhan was still calmly sipping her tea, her fragile, silver haired head resting against the back of the sofa, completely unaware that death was standing mere inches away from her."Auntie, turn around," I whispered, hot tears spilling down my cheeks. I pressed my hands to my mouth to muffle a sob. "Please, just turn around."As if the masked man could hear my desperate prayers th

MarloThe silver locket gleamed in his palm. My mother’s face was trapped inside that tiny piece of silver, smiling out at a world that had tried its best to break me and the man holding it the ruthless captain of the Monash hockey team, the campus tyrant who bled people for sport had pulled it from the freezing black depths of Port Phillip Bay three years ago.He hadn't stolen it. He had rescued it."Take it," Jarrah whispered. His voice wasn't harsh now; it was dangerously soft, wrapping around me like a heavy wool blanket soaked in ice water.My fingers were shaking so violently I could barely move them. I reached out, my skin brushing against his palm. The heat radiating off him was overwhelming, contrasting sharply with the freezing terror gripping my chest. I snatched the locket from his hand, clutching it tightly against my chest as if it were a shield."Why?" I choked out, the word tearing past my dry lips. "Why would you do this? Why are you watching me?""Because no one else

MarloThe tactical tablet screen went dark in Cal’s hand, the harsh red warning text lingering burned into the back of my eyelids. Target Marlo Cleary Extraction or Termination.Cal didn't wait for another word. With a sharp nod to Jarrah, he turned on his heel, unlocked the door with a master key card, and slipped out into the dark hallway, leaving us alone in the silence of the study.The heavy click of the deadbolt sliding back into place sounded like a final sentence.My breath caught in my throat, shallow and frantic. My fingers still gripped my mother’s silver locket so hard the metal edges bit deep into my palm. I expected him to rage. I expected the towering captain of the Monash hockey team, the animal who shattered boys against the rink boards and left a trail of bruised knuckles across Melbourne to explode with the fury of a man whose game had been rushed.Instead, Jarrah moved with terrifying, fluid stillness.He didn't shout. He didn't loom with violent theatrics. He simp

MarloThe morning sun over Port Phillip Bay was absolutely blinding. It bounced off the heavy snow piling up on the campus lawns, burning my tired eyes. Everything looked so incredibly normal. Students in heavy winter coats were rushing to their early morning lectures, laughing, holding hot cups of coffee, and complaining about the freezing wind.They had no idea.My clothes still smelled like the dark, damp basement of jarrah's estate. They smelled like the metallic tang of blood and the sharp sulfur of the single gunshot that echoed in the pitch black before Cal shoved me out the back door."Go to your dorm," Jarrah had ordered in the dark, his hands gripping my shoulders with bruising force. "Lock the door. Go to class. Act like you know nothing until I come for you."I stumbled up the concrete steps of the Monash university housing complex. I technically had a small single dorm on campus (it was a mandatory condition for my full ride scholarship), but I rarely used it. I always to