Luka~ I have spent my whole life in the crease, guarding the net like my life depended on it. And in a way, it did. Being the youngest Rizzoli meant everything he did was scrutinized—his glove hand, his five-hole, his reaction speed, even his post-game interviews. On top of being the youngest son in Chicago’s largest Mafia family. But off the ice? Off the ice, I am just a guy.
At least, I wanted to be.
That was the problem with fame. It wrapped itself around you like a second jersey, making it impossible to tell who liked you for you, and who liked you for what came with your name—a multi-million-dollar contract, magazine covers, and a face that sports analysts called "marketable."
Then came her. Will the possibility of having to give up everything be worth the risk?
Adrianna~
For as long as I could remember, I had been perfect.
Not because I wanted to be, but because it was expected.
Top grades. Perfect manners. Polished smiles at all the right moments. I had mastered the art of being who everyone needed me to be—my parents’ golden child, my professors’ model student, my friends’ quiet but reliable anchor. I never complained. Never cracked. Never let anyone see the mess underneath.
And then there was Luka.
It scared me, how easy it was to talk to him. How, for the first time in forever, I didn’t have to be Mrs. Perfect.
I was just Adrianna. Will being pushed into the spotlight and also one of the most dangerous families in Chicago be worth the risk?
