christian alcott had always anticipated every outcome in his life. every move was easily calculated and thought out ever since he was born.

one thing he hated was having things out of his control.

even still, he fell into the world of gambling. his fortune had doubled in one single hockey season.

when christian heard of you— the new and promising young rookie coming to montreal, he had put money on you for the whole season.

it was a rocky start, but once he intervened, you were sending his already big bet to the triples in just a month.

the alliance was kept discreet. if anyone found out, it would certainly cause a suspension your way.

the meetings behind the arena had become a regular thing, allowing you to collect your cut of the weekly payout.

although this time, you were taken to a black suv without any word from the men who grabbed you, and you were taken to what you assumed was christian’s office.

you were then led to the top floor, where you saw christain sitting on a leather chair in the middle of the room.

“i don’t have your cut this week.” he finally said with a sigh, after a long moment of silence.

you were furious, understandably so. your portion of the payout was promised, it was a set part of the contract.