All Chapters of PUCKING CAPTAIN NIKO : Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

NIKO’S P.O.VI’d done something wrong, and I knew it.After spending several wasteful hours with the guys in the bar, then a few hours in the gym, running on the treadmill—which, by the way, was a dumb thing to do after drinking stupidly—I had finally made it home.I needed to be alone. I couldn’t stand the noise around me, which was nothing compared to the noise in my fucking head.I stumbled in, tossing my bag on the floor, then immediately went feral on my clothes, ripping them off until I had stripped down to nothing but my underwear.I needed a hot shower, even though I had taken one barely hours ago.I shut my eyes, sighing hard while the scorching drops of water poured over my skin.I leaned my forehead against the cool tile, letting the scorching water punish my skin, trying to drown out the noise. But the noise wasn’t in the bathroom. It was trapped under my skull, a relentless, looping playback of the exact moment my entire world shifted.Jeremy.Just thinking his name made

JEREMY’S P.O.V.This was a mistake.The words spilled out of my mouth before my brain could even process them.“No. Jeremy, no, it wasn’t. You felt that, didn’t you?”“No.” I shook my head, already backing away from him. “I’m sorry. This… I have to go.”Then, I bolted.I burst out of the locker room, not even bothering to get my bag. My heart was hammering so violently against my ribs that it hurt, coupled painfully with the rush of cold air hitting my face as I pushed through the doors and onto the ice. I ran away as fast as my trembling legs could carry me.Behind me, the locker-room door swung open. But by then, I was already gone.I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. I just kept moving, driven by a blind, rising panic. Out of the arena. Away from the rink. Away from Niko. Away from whatever the fuck had just happened.Before I even realised what I was doing, my hand flew up to my mouth. I froze, my boots skidding slightly on the surface.My fingertips brushed against my lips.I yanked my ha

JEREMY’S P.O.VI went cold, colder than the ice-cold drink I had been happily sipping only seconds earlier.Every single drop of warmth evaporated from my veins. The worst part wasn’t even the venom in Rory’s voice. It was the silence from the driver’s seat. It was the fact that Axel didn’t immediately tell him to shut the fuck up.I snapped my gaze upwards, and Axel caught my eyes in the rear-view mirror. I waited. I practically begged him with my eyes to say something, to defend me, to be the person he claimed to be when we were alone. Maybe he hadn’t heard it? No, he heard it loud and clear. Instead, Axel had this tiny, smug look on his face. He tried his best to hide it, but his expression gave him away, and I caught it just in time. It was the exact face you see when you realise someone doesn’t actually care about you.“Rory’s just messing around, Jer,” Axel finally said, his voice casual, dismissive. “He doesn’t mean it. Right, Rory?”Rory didn’t bother looking apologetic. “Is h

NIKO’S P.O.VThe second Coach told the rest and a few of the other guys to sit out and watch, I knew exactly where his attention was going to be.Me.And Axel.“Watch the match,” Coach barked at the rest while I strapped my helmet on tighter. “You want to know how two experienced players read each other, you watch what they do. Pay attention to positioning. Don’t just watch the puck.”I tightened my grip around my stick and skated out towards the centre dot.Across from me, Axel was already doing his usual routine—skating in tight, aggressive circles, pumping himself up. I called it what it actually was: a cheap distraction. I’d shared the ice with him enough times to have his pre-game psychology already mapped out. Right now, he wanted me hyper-focused on him. He wanted his shadow looming so large in my head that I’d completely look past the three-man line-up he’d hand-picked to back him up. It worked on other teams. It worked on rookies.But it never worked on me.I looked right pas