Chapter 25 (Loraine’s POV)Either these people were stupid, or they just assumed I knew London so well that I did not need to have my eyes covered while we were driving to the airport. Or maybe it was just the fact that they were so sure I would not be going anywhere except board the plane to Washington.Too bad for them because I had every intention to run away as fast as my legs could carry me, especially now that I knew two of six guys were on my side. Two of those guys that were not on my side are going into the plane’s cabin to make sure everything is set up and two will be completely oblivious to my attempt thanks to my accomplices. I still had no idea what their moto was, but I was not about to ask them since I was just happy to have someone willing to help me get away without a need to kill someone.You see all my self defense classes and so on that I was taking while on the run were in case, I found some place I want to stay and not run anymore, but before London there was no
Chapter 26 (Andrew’s POV)We were on our way to the airport and of course, with Malcolm in the car we were driving over the speed limit and if a police officer pulled us over there would be hell to pay once he realized who the driver was, but mostly no one dared stop Malcolm, even the new guys knew his car and just waved when he passed. But in my opinion, we were still not driving fast enough. I wanted to be at the airport already, deal with the bastard and wrap my Loraine in my arms where I knew I could keep her safe.But as much as I wanted to yell and rant and be a smart ass, I knew I was thinking irrationally so I rather just sat back and kept my mouth shut. That and the fact that Malcolm threatened to throw me out of the car if I dared be loud.Thankfully we arrived at the airport just when my patience was running low. But as we stopped the car, I could not believe my eyes. There was a plane, ready to take off at any moment, but the stairs were still pulled out and firmly on the
Chapter 27 (Loraine’s POV) epilogue Some years later… “Andrew! The girls will be here any minute, could you get Samuel ready for me please?” Before you make any assumptions let us make something clear. Samuel is our son, and he is three years old. As weird and unthinkable as it might sound, all girls gave birth to a child in the same year. Sure, there were differences, Valentina and Nathaniel had three kids. The first one was a little girl named Daisy, who was not so little anymore since she was nine years old already. Second was a boy named Gareth, he was six years old and the last was Penelope who was three years old as well as our Samuel. Then there was Anabelle and Seth. They had two kids, twins to be exact. A boy and a girl, Samantha, and Sam, they were three years old as well. If we move forward, we have Anastasia and Benjamin, they had just one kid the same as me and Andrew, and the little three years old princesses’ name was Lory. The next in line would be Malcolm and Mandy
Chapter 1 (Valentina's POV)"Yes, Watson. I know the first game is tomorrow. I will be there. Like I always am."That's how every winter started for me. With my boss making sure I don't miss the beginning of hockey season.Let me tell you a little secret. I hate hockey.Well, honestly it's not really hockey I hate. It's the hockey players. They are a bunch of arrogant self-entitled idiots who think they are better than the rest of the world.And that's my experience with them for the last 10 years of working in this line of work.So anyone trying to change my mind would need to try really hard. And still, I doubt it would work.Sure they were good eye candy but that's it.And to their defense, I can say they were mostly smart guys actually. But what I don't understand is that they refuse to use that smartness. They rather play the dumb athlete cards.Which is why we never get along well.I refuse to act shy or dumb because I am anything but that. I am smart and am not afraid to show th
Chapter 2 (Nathaniel's POV)This is it.My last day in Canada and my last practice with my home team just finished.In the evening I would be leaving this place and moving to Europe.More specifically to England.Now I know you must think I am stupid. Since I am a hockey player I should be happy in Canada, where hockey was practically the only sport we knew.But I was not happy. Not even a little.My parents died a few weeks ago in a car accident and suddenly Canada was just full of memories that were slowly suffocating me.Also since in Canada everyone played hockey, there weren't many chances to be a brilliant player.And I was determined to be the best, so right here where I was right now, my chances were close to nonexistent So when I received an offer from England to play in one of their best teams I grabbed the opportunity with both hands.Boys from my team wanted to throw me a party, but since I knew their congratulations were not sincere I turned down the offer.The only team
Chapter 3 (Valentina's POV)What an idiot!Classic hockey idiotic small-brained parasite!But damn he was gorgeous.I was right. Those eyes were pure perfection.And his black hair looked messy in a way "I just got out of bed".He was also tall. And if I am saying that you know it must be true since I am 1, 80 meters tall. He had to be close to 2 meters. And all yummy muscles. Since he only wore a long-sleeved shirt all his muscles were pretty much on display and sadly I must admit it wasn't the worst view.But like it happened with every hockey player it happened with this one as well.He ruined everything the second he opened his mouth.Why the hell would anyone call me princess?Like some on man! I am wearing a not-really-flattering pair of jeans and a hoodie that I'm sure has some spots of dirt on it. Give me a second to check. Yep. I found at least two flecks. So I was the furthest thing from a princess that ever existed. But did mister stupid care? No, he did not.Even though
Chapter 4 (Nathaniel's POV)"So what's your real story? The one behind escaping Canada and traveling across the world to Europe?"Like really woman?Aim for the most painful answers, won't you?But honestly, as much as I wanted to be annoyed with her question, I could hear genuine curiosity behind her words for the first time in the past half an hour.And at first, I just wanted to tell her it was none of her business, but in the end, a nagging feeling inside me won. That feeling was telling me that I should confide in someone. And somehow I felt like even though she was a bitch the whole time, I could trust her.Since I hid my pain behind a dumb hockey player persona, I would bet she was also hiding her real pain behind her bitchy attitude.And maybe, just maybe, I could tell her my side and she would share hers. It was a long shot, but the only one I had at the moment."My parents both died in a car accident a few months back, and ever since I've been practically haunted by memories
Chapter 5 (Valentina's POV)Why? Why does he have to have a soft side?A side that I liked too much I knew it was a mistake to ask about his past.Because once he shared his story with me I kind of felt obligated to tell him a part of my story.It wasn't the most painful part but it was still pretty bad. And hard for me to share. There weren't many people that knew about my past. There was Anabelle, who knew my story because she lived a similar life once we escaped from her parents, and there was couch Irving, who simply didn't want to give up on me since the day we met.And I guess now Nathaniel. Sure he knew just a piece of my past but it was still more than other people. Usually, I just let them see my bitchy side and that's it. I learned a long time ago that people hardly ever feel sympathy on your behalf. More often they would enjoy your pain and misfortune. So it's better to hide behind a bitchy attitude than make myself vulnerable.Guess we had the same idea in mind but chose