Page 260 of Sin Bin

“I warned you!” Logan growled. “I fucking warned you!”

When the head goon took a threatening step toward him, Lucien grabbed the man’s arm to stop him. “It’s okay.”

“Sir—”

“I said it’s fine!” Lucien snapped.

The man scowled at Logan, then at Hunter and Reid who were holding him back. “Better keep a leash on your boy.”

“Fuck you!” Logan shouted, struggling to break free of his friends’ grasp.

“C’mon, man. Chill out.” Hunter shot a warning glare at Lucien. “You should go.”

Lucien lowered the bloody handkerchief from his nose and stared at Logan. “You still have questions about the past. I can give you the answers. But you have to come to my party. That’s my stipulation.”

“Stay the fuck away from me!” Logan roared. “You hear me? Leave me the fuck alone or I’ll kill you!”

Regret flickered in his father’s eyes. “Son—”

“Dude, just go,” Reid snapped in exasperation.

As Lucien and his minions left the locker room, everyone turned to stare at Logan. He was breathing hard, chest heaving as Hunter and Reid released him.

Coach regarded him with fatherly concern. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he bit out.

“Brassard—”

“I said I’m fine, dammit!”

Before anyone could say another word, he stripped naked and stalked off to the showers. He stayed in there a long time, eyes closed, hands braced against the tile wall as he let the hot water beat down on his head while fighting the rage and bitterness clawing at his soul.

When he finally got dressed and came out of the locker room, Hunter, Reid and Viggo were waiting for him in the hallway. There was compassion in their eyes, but they didn’t ask him how he was doing, didn’t offer words of comfort he wasn’t ready to hear. They gave him quiet nods and squeezed him on the shoulder, then formed a protective bubble around him as they walked out to the team bus together.

When they got back to the hotel, half the team headed up to their rooms while the other half beelined for the bar. Logan was in the latter group. The fellas followed him, along with Dubinski and Dmitri. After the night they’d had, they could all use a drink.

They grabbed a table and ordered a round of beers, which were delivered quickly by their flirtatious waitress. They sat nursing their drinks, not really saying much as laughter and conversation flowed around them. Bunnies were everywhere, looking for hookups. Several of them were boldly eye-fucking Logan and the fellas. There was a time he would have welcomed their attention. Now he couldn’t even imagine talking to a bunny, let alone screwing one.

He missed Jupiter like crazy. She’d texted him before and after the game, first to wish him good luck and then to commiserate over the loss. He ached to talk to her, to hear the husky purr of her voice and the smoky warmth of her laughter. She was the only one who could make him feel better about this clusterfuck of a night. Unfortunately for him, she and Bianca were attending a sorority function that evening, so he’d have to wait until later to get his fix.

Reid and Viggo were bent over their phones, smiling as they texted their fiancées. Hunter responded to a text, put his phone away and picked up his beer.

Dmitri waggled his eyebrows at him. “Hot date?”

Hunter’s lips twitched. “If you must know, I’m meeting someone in half an hour.”

Dmitri grinned lecherously. “So it’s a booty call, then.”

Hunter just chuckled and drank his beer.

Dubinski looked at Logan, opened his mouth and closed it. He took a swig of beer and put his glass down, then blurted out, “Okay. I just have to say it.”

Logan narrowed his eyes. He knew what was coming.

“I can’t believe Lucien Brassard is your father!” Dubinski exclaimed. “Holy shit, dude! Why the hell would you keep something like that a secret? Your dad’s one of the most powerful men in this country, and you just coldcocked him like it was nothing!”

Logan was silent, drinking his beer as Reid and Viggo glared at Dubs.

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