Black Bulls Vice Captain Novels & Stories

“How—how do I do that?” Devin taps the key on the table and pushes it toward me. “Steal his captain’s jersey and leak the team’s playbook. Trust me, our coach hates nothing more than incompetence and recklessness. Those are the two traits he doesn’t want in his captain. If he finds out the team’s guide was leaked online, you can bet Carl will be stripped of his position—and likely kicked off the team. His teammates might even see him as a traitor and turn against him. And what is that asshole without his loyal goons…?” Devin leans back with a shrug, leaving the question hanging. It all makes sense now.

"Describe him again. Every detail. Every scar." ​The captain swallowed hard, his voice shaking. "He was massive, Mr. Blackwood. Built like a mountain, but moved like a shadow. Scars across his knuckles, a jagged one near his temple. And his eyes... they were cold. Not like a thief's. Like a man who had already decided we were dead."

But Coach looked very pleased. "There we go." "I don't like you," Nikola whispered, pointing to Coach. "I know." And the bus slowly settled again, but nobody fell back asleep this time. Coach crossed his arms. "Listen carefully." They all listened because Coach only used that tone when something mattered. "The Black Bulls are not a skilled team." Silence. "They're a very dangerous team." And now everyone was listening. Coach clicked a remote and footage appeared on the small screen near the front. A player was slammed violently into the boards, then another clip.

If I didn’t know better, I would have concluded that he was related to Aaron. Vinnie, also known as the Bull, was addressing the table. He is the head of Russian operations and he had been under a lot of fire after Alister had opened fire on us during our last meeting with Dmitri. He was a 6’4’’ man with a hulking muscular build. There were interesting stories about him that I had heard from Bree. ‘’Dimitri’s back on the table,’’ he said. ‘’He’s willing to move forward with the trade agreement and he has promised me that what happened at the last meeting would never repeat itself.’’

The man with cropped hair stood out and said, “I am Kevin.” “Do you think you are enough qualified to be the captain?” I asked again. He smiled and said, “Of course, I am qualified. Previous captain chose me to be in the team, and I know the rules of the Black Panther very well. Little boss, I can be the captain. However, there are usually ten people divided into groups, including two more substitutes. We still need to recruit eight more people. This will cost much money. Can you reimburse? Also, you should tell us about our treatment, right?”

He shook his head, "You dared to make an attempt on my life. I never knew you all were so bold. Where is your master now? Where is the man who bought your loyalty? He has escaped, but how far can he go? I know all his possible locations, and today, you're all going to learn the hard way. While you should stick to me once I give you my trust. As for Black Bull, as though he knew, he didn't show up for the quarterly meeting. That is where he would have met his Waterloo. But let's see how far his smartness can take him because this time, I will not show mercy." Looking at his men, he said, "Take them all, one after the other. This is their punishment: I want you to decapitate them. When you're

his voice a low drawl, powerful enough to falter a soul. My lips felt dry, and I could feel trickles of sweat rolling down my spine. I didn’t feel brave anymore, not when I could feel the heated gaze at the back of my head. My eyes found Zale, his lips slowly turning pale, I could tell Knox was squeezing too hard. “Let him go,” I said, my voice softer. Stupider. He didn’t move, “and if I don’t?” he was taunting. I mean he should, what was I going to do against him? He was the captain of the hockey team, his name a legacy in these walls.

If he hated me, he would have blamed the interview disaster on me and not invited me back. With it being such a big game, I did some additional research on the Vultures. Their team captain is Khaos Mokotoff. Apparently, he and Roman always fight hard during their games. This will be huge for my classes and me. Can you imagine how intense this game will be? Maybe I can keep working with the team if I can ace this article. What if my body freaks out around him again, though? I need to be prepared for whatever that is. I’ve seen plenty of attractive men around the world, and sure, they’re nice to look at, but my body has never felt like that before.

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

"What's the hurry? Got tired of that jailbird ex-wife, huh? Time to taste some fresh Vitale meat? Hahaha!" My eyes went cold as steel. My hand rested on the cold grip of my gun. My lips pressed into a thin line. "You done?" "If you are, then get the hell out of my way." The Capo who started it, one of the Vitale dogs, got shut down. His face turned pale, then red. He looked back at Cassandra, who had just caught up. Cassandra’s face was white as a sheet. She frowned, trying to take my arm, to save some face in front of her men.