Captain Rockwell Romane & Geschichten

“Not Suarez. Me.” “I couldn’t. Marco begged me not to say anything, and I wasn’t going to break that just to save my own eligibility.” “I know.” Harrelson’s face, usually unreadable, softened into something almost like pride, buried deep under decades of gruffness. “That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.”

I tried again, louder. “Hey. I’m Lena Hale from the Northcrest Daily. I need to set up an interview with you for a feature.” Cole finally slowed down and glided over. He stopped right in front of me, still on the ice while I stood on the rubber mats. Up close he was even taller than I thought. His eyes were this crazy light blue, almost gray. Cold. He looked at me like I was wasting his time. I waited. He said nothing. “Good communication skills for a captain,” I said, unable to keep the sarcasm out.

"But I’ve been coaching hockey for thirty years, Jules. I’ve seen captains defend their rookies. I’ve seen guys fight for their teammates. But I have never, in my entire life, seen a man look at another man the way Mercer looked at you when Silas hit you. That wasn't just team loyalty." He took a slow step around the desk, his gaze piercing right through me, and my breath completely hitched in my throat. "So I’m going to ask you one time, and you better not lie to me," he whispered, the silence in the room deafening. "What the hell is going on between you and my captain?"

"Kade! Back door! Feed it!" He took the puck but ignored me completely. Skated right through the middle like a freight train. Two Rangers crushed him against the glass. He fought out of it and fired a wild shot that missed everything. The turnover led to a Rangers rush the other way. I had to backcheck like crazy and nearly got scored on. In the locker room between periods Coach Harlan looked ready to explode. He grabbed both of us by the pads. "What is this bullshit?" Coach barked. "Ryder you are the captain. Make him listen. Volkov you pull that lone wolf crap again and you sit."

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

He didn't respond, and merely pulled out a seat. “Sit down, Elissa.” I sat, without a retort. Did my perspective of him change because he was giving me something no one else did? Yeah, he was giving me a chance. “I am sure of your character, and I know you didn't steal it, trust me.” I nodded. There was no other choice. Handling everything on my own would be a disaster. But it was something different when it was the captain of the hockey team standing up for me. I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose, “If you say this outside, you are going to get into trouble, Captain Myers.”

’ He turned to his wife, Priscilla, ‘how long will it take you to cook for all this men? ‘Just awhile, since I don’t know you’re coming home.’ ‘No problem.’ Captain Casablanca said. ‘Make sure it doesn’t take that much time.’ He slapped her on the buttock. ‘Ouch! I saw that.’ Zealot, whispered. ‘Gentlemen, before the food is ready, let’s drink ourselves for the exploit we had.’ He walked one of his shelve, and brought some bottle of rum, and poured a drink into some cups giving it to them.

she said with a lot of aggression in her voice. She thought, well I knew getting those papers are not going to be that easy. I will have to come up with an even stronger plan. ********** A couple of days later, at Rockwell's mansion, Rockwell was sitting down in a white cabana in his backyard garden of his mansion, he had a bottle of Champagne placed on a small table in front of him, with a glass half-filled with Champagne, two cellphones were on the table including his small burner phone. Two of his bodyguards were standing close to the cabana.