Running From The Mafia Falling For The Hockey King

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strong enough to rattle my teeth. Red and purple strobe lights sliced through the

uintessential coll

eat of a remixed hip-hop track, handing me a red plastic cup filled with so

nd grimaced. "It's defi

ng me deeper into the crowded living room. "Stop analyzing everything and just

ly look past the strobe l

y rink, I had become a walking campus spectacle. As I navigated the packed room, I could feel the weight of dozens

I heard a blonde cheerleader whisper to her f

ridge rumor mill, I was the first person to ever look their untouchable campus god i

in the corner. I took another, longer drink of the terrible cherry concoction, hoping it would burn a

drinks," Chloe announced, eye

on't start any war

d the crowd, letting the music drown out my thoughts. But the brief mome

was walking th

s looking at. He wore a dark, fitted henley that highlighted his broad shoulders, h

ing a beeline

gainst the wall. I stood my ground, my fingers

ose, the anger radiating off him was almost palpable

s voice low, cutting straight

inely confused.

rsonal space. The scent of him wrapped around me. "My silver captain's

exactly does your missing j

king out of the men's locker room corridor right

ed talking. The whispers began to ripple ou

ice hardening. "The corridors connect, Blackwood.

ot back. Suddenly, the music cut off with a loud screech. One of Damon's

us. The strobe lights kept flashing, casting erratic shadows over Damon's furious face. Out of

the dead quiet of the room. My heart hammered against

wealth, and fled across the country just to avoid being branded a criminal. And now, the campus golden boy was standing

e. "You're lying," Damon said coldly, crossing his arms. "You think this is a game?

reet thug who didn't belong in his privileged world. Something inside me snapped.

ic cup directly into Damon Blackwood's face. The sticky, cherry-red alcohol splashed across his

raternity ho

of phone cameras lit up the room like lightning strikes. Nobody, absolutely n

clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides. The muscles in his neck jumped as he slowly opened

ply dropped the empty red cup at his feet. It boun

wood," I said, my voice rin

s back, staring at me with a mixture of terror and awe. By the time I pushed through the front doors and hit the

campus gossip blogs were exploding. I had just declared a public war against the most powerful studen

bed. Chloe was asleep, oblivious to the fact that I was frantically scrolling through the Westbrid

Some hailed me as a hero

A new "Breaking News" banner flashed in bri

KING'S CRO

room confirm that Damon Blackwood's mis

was found tucked inside the toe of Damon's own spare skates. Tucked safely in

staring blankly at the dark wall of

knowing exactly when I was walking past that locker room. Someone had set m

d succeeded