All Chapters of Iced Out: Playing the Ice King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Sienna's POV"If you really love me, you will find his weakness and bring it to me."Roman tightened his grip on my wrist until my fingers went completely numb. The freezing arena hallway suddenly felt suffocatingly small and entirely devoid of oxygen. His golden boy smile vanished completely, replaced by the dangerous, empty stare I had learned to fear."Roman, you are hurting me," I whispered desperately. I tried to pull my arm back, but he only squeezed the bone harder. The cold dampness of the concrete walls seeped right into my joints."I am not asking you for a favor, Sienna," he said, stepping forcefully into my personal space. "This arrogant new transfer thinks he can walk into my arena and take my crown. You are going to make absolutely sure that does not happen."My pulse hammered loudly in my ears, drowning out the distant sounds of skates hitting the ice. Roman was the undisputed hockey champion of the university, and his entire identity hinged on holding that title. Anyon

Roman's POV"Do you think he is actually going to get away with that?"The heavy steel doors slammed shut, sealing the freezing winter air outside. I stood completely frozen in the middle of the concrete corridor. My fingers dug violently into the shaft of my hockey stick until the expensive composite carbon loudly cracked under the immense pressure.Nobody turned their back on me in my own arena. Nobody walked away with my girlfriend while my entire team watched in absolute silence. The sharp sound of the cracking carbon echoed off the damp walls, snapping my teammates out of their pathetic shock."Are you all just going to stand there?" I shouted, slamming the broken stick violently against the nearest metal locker. The heavy steel dented inward with a deafening crash. "Get into the locker room right now."The boys scrambled immediately, pushing past each other to escape my wrath. I threw the ruined stick onto the floor and followed them into the bright locker room. The smell of sw

Dante POV"Please do not do this for me."Her gasp was loud in the suffocating silence of the library aisle. The sweet scent of her vanilla perfume lingered heavily as she pulled back to look at me. Her dark eyes were entirely wide with pure terror.I stared down into her panicked face, searching for any trace of the spoiled corporate heiress my father promised I would find. I found absolutely nothing but genuine fear. She was not a willing participant in whatever sick game Roman was playing.She was a hostage, entirely trapped by a violent narcissist who used her as bait. The realization hit me squarely in the chest, completely altering my ruthless perspective of her. Vincenzo told me to break her heart to secure her family proxy.I suddenly wanted to break every single bone in Roman's body instead. I stepped back, giving her the physical space she desperately needed to breathe. "I am not doing this for you," I lied smoothly to calm her erratic pulse."I am doing this because nobody

I was supposed to go home and lock my doors exactly as Dante instructed. I was supposed to hide under my heavy blankets and pretend the monsters in my life did not exist. But trauma does not allow you to simply walk away when you know someone is about to bleed because of your actions.I had run all the way to the arena, slipping quietly into the dark upper bleachers just as the violent ambush began. I watched the entire brutal confrontation unfold from the freezing shadows. I watched Dante completely dismantle the strongest enforcers on our campus without breaking a single sweat.The entire arena went completely dead silent at the impossible, spectacular shot. The explosive sound of the plastic water bottle shattering echoed endlessly through the freezing metal rafters. A mist of cold water rained down over the white mesh of the goal net.Dante stood perfectly still on the ice, pointing his composite stick directly at Roman. I pressed my trembling hands tightly over my mouth to stifle

Sienna POVWhy did a man who just dismantled three massive athletes with pure violence feel like the safest place on earth? The absolute shock of Dante's warm hand wrapping protectively around mine completely paralyzed my racing thoughts. He guided me down the concrete stairs and straight past my seething ex-boyfriend without breaking his confident stride.I kept my eyes firmly fixed on the broad span of his dark shoulders to avoid looking back at Roman. The heavy steel exit doors swung open, blasting us instantly with the freezing midnight air. Dante did not let go of my hand as we walked into the dark, empty parking lot.His palm was incredibly warm against my freezing skin, completely contrasting the icy exterior he presented to the world. We walked quickly across the frosted asphalt toward a sleek, entirely black sports car parked alone under a flickering streetlamp. The luxury vehicle looked exactly like him—dark, dangerous, and completely out of place at a simple university.Dan