Page 29 of Released from the Sin Bin

“I’m good.” I raise my hand to decline his offer.

“A hit might calm you the fuck down,” he grumbles. “I appreciate the shit you do for us, but you can’t come in here beating the crap out of my brothers.”

If it wasn't for me, most of the Kappas would be in jail. I talked to Sergeant Calder at the local police department and convinced him to turn a blind eye to all the shit they do, as long as no one gets hurt. In turn, Braxton and a few other Kappa’s keep their parties clean. No hard drugs and respect for every woman. They also paid me.

“He’s disrespecting Willa.” I point back at the house. “I thought you were supposed to stop any of that from happening.”

Being the president of their fraternity, Braxton is to keep watch over his brothers and make sure they aren’t hurting these girls that come in and out of their house.

“Willa, does it to herself.” He takes a long drag before snuffing it out. “I’ve tried to show her, but she doesn’t want to see it. He’s cheating on her. He’s not beating her up.” Braxton tries to calm me. “If he was hurting her, she’d leave him.”

You’d think she’d do that, but there are plenty of tough women out there getting gaslighted every day by weak men that are too insecure in themselves to keep their women any other way.

Braxton leans against the porch ledge with a laugh. “After seeing what she did with that stick, I think she can take care of herself.”

He watches the replay on his phone. It’s going to be all over school. The always cute and tiny Willa has a temper. They’ll spin it however they want.

“I’m going to shove that stick up Vic’s ass.” I grumble and lean over the ledge while letting out a deep breath.

Braxton nudges my arm several times to get my attention and leaps over to block the front door just as Willa storms up the path. Her hair is still wet from her post game shower, and her breath is coming out in large white puffs into the cold.

“Move out of my way,” she huffs with her fists clenched at her sides.

“I can’t let you go in there like this.” Braxton stands his ground.

“Stop protecting him,” she groans out her frustration with a stomp of her foot. “He’s broken too many promises.”

“I’m protecting you too.” He looks to me for help, but I’d rather see her go in there and kick some ass. “I’m sure you’re already in trouble for the stunt at the game.”

“I’m just going to talk to him.” She steps back with a huff. Her hard stance deflates back. “Where is he?”

“Most likely still cleaning off his wounds.” The crack of my knuckles gets her attention.

“What did you do?” Her big blue eyes wildly search my hands and face for any clues.

“What someone should’ve done a long time ago.”

Her mouth drops open.

“He’s fine.” Braxton interrupts us.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her exactly what I walked in on; Vic with his dick buried in Deanna’s pussy, but she’s already visibly upset.

Her hands run through her wet hair as she tries to look around Braxton’s tall frame.

“He’s fine,” I mutter, annoyed at her for worrying over her piece of shit boyfriend.

“I don’t need you to fight for me,” she snaps. “Nothing good ever comes from swinging your fists. I would’ve thought you’d understand that.”

We glare at each other.

Willa doesn’t know anything. It’s a mere guess at what I go through.

“Willa, he’s not worth it.” Jocelyn comes running to the house after her friend. “You’ve already been suspended from playing, don’t make it worse.”

“I’m not.” She shakes her head in disappointment. I’m used to the look, but my gut twists at seeing it now. “Dave Schultz here, has already done that.” She points to me with the mention of arguably hockey’s biggest goon, known for fighting.

“He’s still in his room.” Braxton pockets his phone after sending a text out to warn whoever of Willa’s presence. He steps aside, and she scurries past him to find her precious boyfriend and care for his injuries.

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