Page 86 of Justice for Puck Bunnies

“The future of your pack is part of this conversation.”

Sucking in a breath, I place my lowball glass on the table and turn to face the wall behind us so no one will see my reaction.

I lean in so only he hears my words in his ear.

“If you threaten my pack—utter even a single syllable in malice—I will ensure you never walk again.”

My scowl is probably ugly and twisted, but I deliver my next words with a dismissive sniff.

“I wouldn’t kill you. No, it’d be much more entertaining to watch you suffer and wither without the spotlight.”

He chuckles. “You’re a good leader, Trick. Strong. Protective. You’d make a good team captain.”

“What is it that you want?”

“Izzy. I want my girl back.”

Fury overloads rational thought, but I keep it in check. Flipping a table won’t convince Izzy to stay or the Admin to approve it.

“Your girl’s right there,” I say as if the words aren’t painful. “Maybe you should take that up with her.”

“Ah, but there’s the problem. She won’t come back while she thinks she has somewhere else to go.”

“Sounds abusive.”

“I consider it pragmatic.”

“Not convincing me to let her go.”

“Ah, but you haven’t heard my offer. You hate that they made me captain. We both know this, and let’s not pretend otherwise. I’ve checked it off my bucket list, and the added work isn’t worth doing it again. What if I told you that I’d withdraw my name from the position next year? It’ll be free for you to step into the role. I’ll even keep Nelson and Wiznocki from pursuing it.”

“If we throw Izzy out.”

“I’ll announce my decision the moment she’s under my roof.”

“It’s offensive you think I’m selfish enough to turn her out for a promise of a captainship a year away.”

“I’m not withdrawing during the season. We’re winning the cup this year and I’m not giving up the opportunity, not even for her perfect pussy.”

Rage runs up my spine, and I’m glad I’m turned to the wall. My emotions play out in my expression as my poker face dissolves.

Brad only smirks at my reaction.

This man doesn’t deserve to talk to Izzy, let alone keep her.

“Speak plain, Brad. You’re seriously trying to trade the captainship for her?”

He tucks a hand in his pocket and studies my girl.

“You want what I have; I want what you have. Those are problems easily solved. Think about it. Not too long, though.”

He whistles and strolls toward Izzy, Vin, and Mason. She slides her fingers into Vin’s jacket. Her face flushes pink and Vin pivots her away before he can reach them.

Good man.

That Cameron would even think I’d so easily trade her away over a selfish desire for a title tells me everything I need to know about the man.

Izzy finishes her Champagne flute and sways a little on her feet. I’m there in less than a second.

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