(Luca’s POV)
The second the video ended, something inside Luca went quiet.
Not the usual storm of rage.
This was colder.
Cleaner.
Focused like a blade.
Dean.
His teammate. His friend.
The guy who’d helped him train in the offseason, who showed up to every practice like he gave a damn.
And now?
The same bastard who had Trey tied to a chair somewhere in the dark, probably bruised and drugged — and who’d smiled when he made the threat.
Luca’s fist clenched so hard his knuckles cracked.
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But then he heard a soft sound behind him.
Emery.
She was curled up on the couch, watching the video again, her hands trembling where they rested over her stomach.
And suddenly the storm in him changed direction.
Because this wasn’t just about hockey.
It was about her.
Them.
The baby growi
