The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 98

As I drove home from the law firm, my mind swirled with conflicting emotions. The day had been a

whirlwind, from assisting Jasper with his work to the impending confrontation. with Bruce. The weight of it all was starting to take a toll on me, and doubt gnawed at the edges of my resolve.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the city streets. I couldn’t help but replay the memories of Bruce’s past assault in my mind. What would stop him from harming me, even with the police on my side?

As I stepped out of the car and made my way up to my apartment, I couldn’t shake the sense of unease that settled over me. The familiar surroundings of my home offered little comfort, and I found myself pacing back and forth, unable to settle my racing thoughts.

I knew I couldn’t let fear paralyze me. I had come this far, and I had a duty to not only myself but to all

the people who had likely suffered at Bruce’s hands. I needed.to confront my fears. head–on, to bring him to justice, and to put an end to the darkness that had haunted me for so long.

With a sigh, I stepped out and made my way into the apartment. I met Aria inside and she immediately dragged me into my room to get me ready.

The low hum of the city outside my apartment window seemed distant as I stood before my closet, staring at an array of provocative attire that she’d laid out before.

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Sensing my hesitation, Aria approached me with a reassuring smile. “Evie, I know this isn’t easy for you, but remember, we’re doing this to bring Bruce to justice. It’s all part of the plan,” she said.

I nodded, trying to push aside the wave of self–disgust that washed over me. “I know, Aria, but wearing this… It feels like I’m giving into him somehow.”

Aria placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, her eyes filled with empathy. “You’re not compromising yourself, Evie. You’re taking control of the situation and using it

to our advantage. Think of it as a disguise, a necessary step to trap him.”

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the most alluring outfit from my wardrobe–a fitted black dress that left little to the imagination and high

I looked at myself in the mirror, feeling a mixture of vulnerability and determination. Aria stepped

it’s just a costume. Beneath it

for her unwavering support. “Thank you, Aria. Let’s

meeting point with the police. It was a chilly evening, and the dimly lit

a reassuring smile as we climbed into the van. Aria and I were seated in the back, hidden from view by tinted windows. The van was equipped with

street.

and a concealed microphone, explaining how they would communicate with me during the operation. As I adjusted the earpiece, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation. This was the moment we had been working towards, the culmination

wait in the van until Bruce arrived at the rendezvous point, at which point I would exit the vehicle and engage in conversation with him. The detectives would be nearby, ready to move in if

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unwavering. “We’ve been investigating Bruce for some time now, and your

reluctantly extended my

thigh. I prayed it would be discrete enough to avoid. suspicion. It was

safe distance. Once we get the signal, we’ll move in and apprehend him. You

with a new message notification. I pulled it out with trembling hands and read

from Bruce.

short and ominous: “I’m

up.”

to Aria through our prearranged signal. She gave me a reassuring nod and motioned for me to

recording device wrapped around my thigh felt like an anchor, a tangible reminder of the mission we were embarking on. I

as I approached the entrance, my heart racing with every stride. I knew the risks involved, the danger

and the detectives, who were keeping a discreet distance. Aria’s eyes met mine, and she

The chandeliers overhead cast a warm, golden hue, and the hushed conversations of

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