Chapter 80: COLE's POV
Eight years ago.
Like every day after school, I spent my afternoons at my father's mechanic workshop, helping him fix broken car parts and engines that barely ran.
I'd always had a passion for hockey. Always wanted to be part of the big leagues from the moment I discovered I was good at it.
The small television mounted on the grimy wall flickered to ESPN—my father's favorite channel. On the screen was the latest NHL playoff game, and the star player glided across the ice like he owned it, eyes blazing with intensity as he scored the winning goal.
Zane Mercer.
"That boy's a beast," my father said, his head popping out from under the hood of a rusted sedan. "Really got himself a lifetime opportunity there."
"He's good. Really good." I wiped grease off my hands,
