Page 113 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

Trick wanted me out of his house so much he was considering trading me like a horse he no longer wanted.

Vin wants me to stay and possibly destroyed Brad’s reputation enough that even he can’t save me from the Admin.

Hell, this very public fight could be enough to prove he’s too unstable. That they all are.

The guys are still pummeling one another. Other players exit, see what’s happening, and drop their bags to break it up.

I’m having a full-blown meltdown while the guys are screaming and lunging.

And then Jolie pushes her way through the crowd.

We lock eyes, and that’s all it takes for the fight and her tattling to dissolve like salt in hot water.

“Izzy!” she screams. She rushes over to me and gathers me up in her arms.

“What happened?” she demands.

“I . . . He . . . ” is all I can get out through my blubbering.

My bestie braces me against her body and turns her ire on the four disheveled guys watching it happen. They’ve shaken off the other players and are standing, still keyed up, ten feet apart each.

“You’re supposed to protect her!” Jolie screams. I don’t know who it’s directed at, but it lands on all of them. They visibly shutter.

“That’s what I was trying to do!” Brad exclaims.

“Oh, shut the fuck up. You are so juvenile. You and Mason. All you want to do is fuck around, and Izzy’s the one who ends up finding out.”

The gathered fans whisper excitedly.

“What did I do?” Mason retorts.

“You got her into this! She wouldn’t have moved in with you at all if you hadn’t fucked with her head.”

“It was my idea for her to move in,” Vin says.

“That doesn’t change the fact that she shouldn’t have lived with you in the first place. What made you think it was a good idea to invite a beta in? You’re breaking her heart!”

“I don’t want to break her heart! I want her to fucking stay!” Vin screams back.

Every ounce of heartache pours out of me at the admission.

I can’t handle knowing they want me too. It’s never going to happen, especially not now.

The best thing I can do is leave before it gets worse.

“You’re upsetting her more,” Trick says. “We should all calm down and take this into a more private office.”

“Right, because you’re the alpha?” Mason spits. “Your house. Your pack. Your rules. You decide who stays and goes. Would you trade me away too if the price was right?”

“I didn’t fucking do that. If you don’t stop saying I did—”

“You’ll what, Trick? Kick him out?” Vin asks, the tone a clear accusation.

Trick lets out a heavy breath, but before he can reply again, an obnoxious, high-pitched voice cuts through the crowd’s gasps and gossiping.

“There you are, Brad-y baby. Ready to go to the club?” Livvy asks. She’s coming from the direction of the player’s locker room, which is odd all on its own.

“Not now, Livvy,” he says through gritted teeth.

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