Page 259 of Sin Bin

Landrieu looked taken aback. “Now, Logan—”

“It’s all right.” Lucien smiled placatingly at Logan. “We have a lot to discuss—”

“Like hell we do.”

A nervous silence swept over the locker room. Logan could see his coaches and teammates exchanging curious glances. Hunter had edged closer to him, sensing the volatility of the situation. Reid and Viggo were frowning, their postures tense.

Landrieu looked from Lucien to Logan and discreetly cleared his throat. “Why don’t we give you two some privacy?”

“Good idea.” Coach Bohler looked around the room and gave a sharp handclap. “What’re you guys standing around for? Hit the showers and scram so you can regroup and be back at it tomorrow morning.”

The players mumbled amongst themselves and shuffled off to the showers. Hunter nodded to Logan, his eyes communicating a clear warning: Don’t lose your cool.

Landrieu gave Logan one last worried look before walking off with Coach, their heads bent close together.

Lucien looked at the bodyguards hovering protectively around him.

“Could you give us a minute?” He spoke in the steely tone of a man used to giving orders and being instantly obeyed.

His bodyguards balked, eyeing Logan suspiciously.

Lucien frowned. “I need a private word with my son.”

The men exchanged uneasy glances.

“We’ll be right by the door,” the head goon said.

“Fine,” Lucien clipped.

As the men reluctantly retreated, Lucien stared at Logan, searching his face for some sign of forgiveness. “I can’t stop thinking about our previous meeting. There’s so much more I wanted to say—”

“Fuck off.” Logan turned back to his stall, coldly dismissing his father.

He stubbornly persisted. “I wanted to see you play. But I also came to invite you and your girlfriend to a yacht party I’m having in two weeks—”

“Not interested.”

“Your brother and sister will be there. They’d really love to meet you. So would my wife—”

“Don’t care.”

There was a pause. “I know you have more questions about your mother. If you come to the party—”

Logan reacted without thought, wheeling around and punching his father in the face.

Lucien yelped and staggered backward, grabbing his nose. Logan followed up with a brutal left hook that knocked him flat on his ass.

Above the roar of blood in his ears, he heard alarmed shouts as the bodyguards came running. Then Hunter and Reid were there, wrestling him away from his father as he yelled furiously, “I told you what would happen if you ever came near me again!”

Lucien stared up at him in disbelief, holding his hands over his bloody nose.

Coach came hurrying back into the room as Lucien’s bodyguards helped him to his feet, fussing and fretting over him.

“Jesus Christ,” Coach exclaimed in dismay. “What the hell happened?”

“Your prized attack dog assaulted Mr. Brassard,” the head goon said accusingly.

“Stop being dramatic.” Lucien snatched a handkerchief from the man and wiped his gushing nose, still eyeing Logan somewhat incredulously. “I know you’re hurting—”

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