LOGINThe phone buzzed on the table like a bomb going off and my gut told me everything just got worse.
I snatched it up, heart already racing. "Evan, you see this? Coach Miller is dead. They found him in his car this morning. Overdose."Evan stood across the kitchen, coffee cup frozen halfway to his mouth. The morning light cut sharp across his face. "Dead? What the hell, Kade? He was fine yesterday."I stepped closer, showing him the screen. "Cops say pills and booze. BThe second that broken down stranger pushed his way into our hotel room I felt the floor drop out from under me.Kade slammed the door shut and threw the lock. The guy looked wrecked. Thin face covered in old scars and eyes that had seen too much. He kept rubbing his hands together like he could not get warm. This was the player Vance had destroyed years ago. Everyone called him the ghost now.You two need to listen close and listen good he said breathing fast. Vance is about to burn the whole roster down before playoffs. Anyone who is not fully under his thumb gets erased from the game forever.I stood frozen near the window. Erased how exactly? We have been careful.The ruined player shook his head and dropped into the chair by the desk. Not careful enough. He has a big cleansing planned. A total clear out. Ten or more guys are on his list. If you do not follow every order on the fixing and the bets you are done. Permanently off the ice. Some wi
The cold Montreal wind cut through us as we left the warehouse behind.Kade walked fast ahead of me. Snow crunched under his boots. "Marcus knew too much. Sasha. Vance. Your father. We cannot let this go."I hurried to catch up. "Slow down. We need to think. He could still be working for them. That whole story might be a setup."Kade glanced back. "Maybe. But he looked broken. Like he lost everything. I saw that look before. In the mirror some days."I stayed close. The streets were empty. Only a few cars passed. "What do we do now? Go back to the hotel? Tell the team?"Kade shook his head. "No team. Not yet. This stays between us. Marcus said meet tomorrow. We go. Hear more."I grabbed his sleeve. "This is dangerous. They used your brother name to pull you out here. Next time it might be a bullet not a sign."Kade stopped under a streetlight. Snow fell on his dark hair. "I know the risk. But Sasha deserves answers. I sp
The locker room celebration died fast when Kade grabbed his bag and slipped out the back door.I pulled on my coat and followed him into the snowy Montreal night. "Kade wait. Where are you going? The guys want to celebrate the win."Kade kept walking fast. Snow fell thick around us. "That guy with the sign. I saw him leave during the third period. I need to find him."I caught up and grabbed his arm. "Are you crazy? It is a trap. The syndicate wants you alone. You cannot just chase him."Kade shook me off but slowed a little. "I have to Evan. Sasha. That name. He knew it. No one else does. I need answers."I stayed right beside him. Snow crunched under our boots. The streets glowed under streetlights. "Answers will not come from following some guy into a dark alley. This feels like an execution setup."Kade glanced at me. "Maybe. But I cannot sit and wait. They used my dead brother against me. In front of thousands. I track him.
The penalty box felt like a cage and then I saw the sign.I sat next to Kade after the refs tossed us in for fighting. My jaw still throbbed from that dirty hit. The crowd noise pressed in from all sides. Kade stared straight ahead breathing hard."You okay?" I asked. "That fight came out of nowhere."Kade wiped blood from his lip. "I am fine. He had it coming. No one touches you like that."I glanced at the clock. Four minutes left in the box. "Still. You did not have to jump in so fast. We were up two nothing."Kade turned to me. "Yes I did. They were gunning for you all night. I saw the elbow. I could not just watch."I nodded. "Thanks. Really. The guys are talking about it already. You protected the captain."Kade smirked a little. "Someone has to. You play like you want to die out there. Two goals and a beating. Impressive."I laughed short. "Felt good to score. But my body is paying for it. How is your han
The plane touched down in Montreal and the media circus hit us like a storm. I stepped off the bus at the arena and cameras flashed everywhere. Reporters shouted questions from every side. "Evan is the rivalry with Volkov still boiling? What happened in Toronto?" I kept my head down and pushed through. "No comment right now. We are here to play hockey." Inside the locker room the guys were loud but tense. Everyone felt the pressure. This rematch against Montreal carried extra heat after our last game here. Coach Viktor stood at the front with his arms crossed looking serious. I dropped my bag and sat down. Kade took the spot next to me. "They are out for blood tonight," he said low. "You good Captain?" I nodded but my stomach stayed tight. "I am fine. Just tired of the questions. They keep asking about us. Like we are the main story instead of the game." Kade smirked. "We kind of are. After tha
The puck dropped and I played like my life depended on it.I won the faceoff clean and drove hard toward the net. Montreal defenders came at me fast but I slipped through. My first shot rang off the post. The crowd roared. I circled back quick.Kade yelled from the bench. "Evan nice move. Keep going."I nodded and lined up for the next shift. My body already ached from the hits but I did not care. "Let me know if you see anything," I called to the guys.One of our defensemen skated past. "Cap they are targeting you. Watch your back.""I know." I took a deep breath. "We push anyway."The second period started and I scored my first goal. A quick wrist shot from the slot. The lamp lit up and the Toronto fans in the stands went wild. I pumped my fist once then skated back.Kade stood at the boards. "That is how you do it. Beautiful shot."I grabbed water on the bench. "Felt good. They are hitting hard though. My rib
The second Kade slammed that Montreal player into the boards I knew the night would end with us destroying each other.The road game turned nasty fast. Cheap shots flew from every Montreal jersey. Late in the third one of their big forwards lined me up with his elbow high ready to take my head off.
The second Coach Harlan said my name that morning I knew Kade Volkov was about to become my personal nightmare.Practice ran us into the ground. We skated hard lines and battle drills until my legs burned. Guys were still buzzing from last nights win but the new guy moved through it all like he had
The second Kade Volkov stepped onto my ice I knew he was going to wreck my entire world.The Scotiabank Arena thundered around me as I glided out for warm ups. Twenty eight years old and captain of the Toronto Blades. The C on my jersey felt heavier than usual tonight. Fans screamed my name from ev
The arena doors banged open during the final drill and everything froze when my father stepped onto the edge of the Chicago practice ice like he owned it.Christian Ryder in the flesh. Legendary center. My old man. Right there watching every skate with that laser stare I knew too well.





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