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“They work." "They terrify me." "They should.” Sandra folds one elegant leg over the other. "The public doesn't see Mercer versus Locke as a hockey rivalry anymore." Jim nods. "What do they see?" She smiles. "They see mythology. They're opposite archetypes.” She gestures toward the screen. "Locke is discipline, Mercer is chaos. Locke is cold precision, Mercer is pure instinct. They’re the two biggest personalities in the league, and every time they're photographed within ten feet of one another our engagement explodes."

It was so hard for her to accept or to even think that so ruthless mafia can hold back his desires and didn't for once touch another woman. Without realising a small smile appeared on her lips feeling so happy and special. The man who resisted the temptation of so many women was crazily wanted to have her. Only her. Because like he said. For him. She's the only one. His love. His princess. His queen. Her smile widened even more while entering the bathroom happily. Meanwhile. "Damon are you sure. Because this plan is seriously too much dangerous." Ryan said while Ken and Maxwell nodded their heads in affirmation.

~ Sarah's POV ~ My blood was still roaring like wildfire when I threw open the heavy doors of the ice rink. The freezing air smacked me in the face, but it did absolutely nothing to cool the rage consuming my body. There he was. Saxton was gliding across the ice, practicing with his hockey team. He was laughing so freel, unbothered, and completely detached from the wreckage he'd left behind in my home. Seeing that smug smile on his face made my vision go entirely red.

My heart thumped as I noticed his lips drifting closer to mine. I shivered. My hands found his chest. The hard planes of muscle under his shirt excited me. They stoked the fire inside me. I was ready to forget all about Calyx tonight and have fun. "Do you want this?" He breathed against my cheeks. “Yeah,” I whispered. "I can't wait." My voice cracked with emotion. I didn't expect to get swept up my feet in this bar, but it was a great way to spend the night after what my boyfriend and my step-sister did to me.

"The bet is over. You won. Everyone knows. You don't have to keep playing the part of the attentive boyfriend in your own house." His expression shifted. The corners of his jaw tightened, a small muscle pulsing there. "The bet." "Yeah. The one where you see if the girl with the viral breakup is pathetic enough to fall for the hockey captain. Remember that bet?" Ryan didn't flinch. Instead, he reached out, his hand slamming against the shelf next to my head. The sound echoed in the small space. He leaned in, his face inches from mine, his scent—mint and something metallic, like the ice, suffocating me.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

I positioned the lens between two thick textbooks on my shelf, angling it perfectly toward the bed. “This is what you wanted,” I told myself, trying to regain my original resolve. “You're a jock. He's a nerd. You're going to the NHL, and he's just a tool to get you there. Don't soft out now.” But every time I looked at the bed, I saw the way he blushed whenever I held him too close, the way he completely melted when I told him I loved him. Just then, Nathan walked in. “Why are you just standing there?”

A shadow folding back into the night, leaving me alone with a racing heartbeat and an entire brain full of thoughts I wasn’t ready to sort. I sat there, stunned, drink half-forgotten, the electric heat of his lips still ghosting against mine. Every instinct told me I should run. Every instinct told me I should lock the door and forget this ever happened. But one truth had settled into my chest like a stone: this wasn’t a mistake. This wasn’t a fleeting misfire of impulse. This was Dorian. My quiet, brooding, magnetic, utterly dangerous goalie. And if I wasn’t careful I was already in, way too deep.

END OF BOOK 2 The Mitchell-Volkov family's story continues in Book 3: "CHAMPIONSHIP ICE" - where new challenges in New York will test everything they've built, while Franklin's legacy influences decisions from afar and unexpected opportunities arise for Emma in women's hockey development. The question isn't whether they can succeed in their new life—it's whether they can maintain their family bonds while pursuing individual dreams on the biggest stage in professional hockey.