Page 81 of These Pucking Boys: Part Two

CHAPTER 33

JAKE

Ifucked up. When I saw that motherfucker put his hands on June and call her a whore, I lost it. If Lachy and Ryan hadn’t pulled me off him, I might have committed murder. Now I’m waiting in jail for my lawyer to work his magic and get me out of here. I’m lucky that my cell isn’t full and my other companions are leaving me alone for the time being.

I’m staring at the floor when a commotion makes me look up. Ryan and Lachy are the ones responsible for the ruckus as they’re dragged to my prison cell by two burly cops each. I sit straighter on the bench. “What the hell did you do?”

The cops shove them inside the cell and lock the cage again. “Your teammates missed you,” one of the cops sneers.

“What the fuck did you do?” I glower at the duo, who don’t look one bit phased to be in jail with me.

“Bill tripped and fell on my knuckles.” Ryan grins.

“Then he met my elbow and crashed against the wall,” Lachy adds. “Totally accidental.”

The drunk sitting at the end of the bench laughs. “Good one. I never heard that before.”

“You assaulted him inside a police station? What are you? A couple of morons?”

Ryan frowns. “Who said anything about assault?”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Coach Haagen will kill us all. Hell... if he doesn’t, Melissa will.”

“Why do you think we’re here?” Ryan sits next to me.

“Wait? Did you get arrested on purpose?”

Lachy shrugs. “We couldn’t let you take all the blame because you got to that arsehole first. Ryan or I would have done the same thing to him, or worse.”

I laugh in derision. “I’m the captain. I should lead by example. Now they’re going to say I’m a bad influence on you.”

“Like I said, we didn’t do anything wrong.” Ryan waves a hand dismissively. “It’s not our fault that assface is a klutz.”

“Yeah, that’s why the cops threw your asses in here with me. Where’s June?”

“She was giving her statement. Don’t worry. She didn’t see anything,” Ryan replies.

I rub my face, feeling more dejected. “I can’t believe I lost control like that in front of her students. She must hate me.”

Ryan throws an arm over my shoulder. “She doesn’t hate you. Besides, that son of a bitch asked for it. He had no business showing up at her workplace.”

“You were only protecting her. He had his hands on our lass.”

I don’t bother telling Lachy to be subtle. I doubt any of the men in here care or can make sense of this conversation.

Not much later, our lawyer shows up with a police officer. Otto Mayfair in his sharp suit and perfectly styled hair looks as out of place here as a polar bear in the desert. It’s not the expensive suit, it’s the whole package that screamsI should be walking the red carpet and not getting my stupid-ass clients out of jail.

The cop opens our cell. “You’re free to go.”

“That was quick,” Ryan pipes up. “You’re worth every penny of your obscene fee.”

“You bet I am. But in this case, your speedy release has nothing to do with my talents.”

“Oh?” I arch a brow. “Then who do we need to thank?”

Otto looks me straight in the eye. “Your girlfriend. I don’t know what she did to convince her ex to drop the charges, but thank her.”

My stomach coils tightly, making me sick.Junebug, what did you do?

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