Page 139 of Dirty Pucker

Chapter 49

Del

Isit with my elbows propped against my knees, my head in my hands. I take a breath and immediately wince and cough.

It smells like stale piss in this jail cell.

I sit up and lean back against the concrete wall behind me.

My head spins when I think about what happened tonight…and everything I’m about to lose because of what I did.

My opportunity to play for the rest of the playoffs. My spot on the Bashers roster. Maybe even my career.

Dread digs into my side like a knife.

There’s no doubt in my mind that I’ll be suspended from the team. There’s currently a video of me kicking the shit out of my dad going viral online, on every social media platform, on every sports news site.

I huff out a breath. As upset as I am to lose everything, I don’t regret what I did.

I was protecting my mom. And I’d do it all over again to keep her safe.

A second later, my mind goes to Ingrid.

That dread burrows deeper into my gut. What’s she going to think about all this? What’s she going to think about me? Is she even going to want to be with me anymore?

The thought of losing Ingrid sends a wave of panic through me.

I wouldn’t blame her for leaving me over this. She’s a mega-successful woman who comes from a wealthy, wholesome family. And I’m a guy who just got arrested for beating up his abusive dad.

I can’t think about this, not right now.

The main door squeaks open. An officer I haven’t seen yet walks over to my cell. He whips out a pair of keys and unlocks the door.

“You just posted bail.”

Relief washes through me. I’m still in deep shit, but at least I’m out of here.

I stand up and step out of the cell. I follow the officer out the door to the hallway of the police station. Blomdahl, Theo, or Xander must have bailed me out.

I still can’t believe they insisted on coming with me to help my mom. They could have gotten into trouble too, but they didn’t care. They just wanted to help.

That tightness in my chest is back. Just a couple of months ago they hated me. But they gave me a chance. They saw me for more than just the dirty player I am—I was. They became more than my teammates. They’re my friends now. And they supported me through one of the most difficult moments of my life.

For that, I owe them everything.

The officer has me sign some paperwork in the booking area. He gives me my phone and wallet back.

He motions to the glass door. “You’re free to go.”

I tell him thanks.

“Never seen so many people lined up to bail someone out,” he mutters.

I frown, confused. When I walk into the lobby area of the police station, I stop dead in my tracks.

Because in front of me is the entire Bashers team, along with Maya, Sophie, Dakota, my mom, and Ingrid.

My gaze fixes on Ingrid, who looks worried sick. She runs up to me and hugs me.

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