Page 149 of Finding the Forward: Part One
Chapter Forty-Five
Jonas
Isprinted across the ice, touched the line, and sprinted back, the team doing the same thing around me. Carlos had been out with his ex and gottenarrested.Dimitri bailed him out.
And here we were.
Sweat dripped down my back, but I didn't stop even though my calves burned. Some of the older players seemed to be holding on with sheer will. The rookies looked ready to puke.
Finally, Coach Atkins blew his whistle. “Okay, that’s enough.”
I stopped, relief coating me as I wiped the sweat off my forehead with my hand.
“About fucking time. Fucking Carlos should know fucking better,” Elias grumbled.
People were going to do things to Carlos’ shit. Maybe he shouldn’t have come to practice this morning. But kappas weren’t known for their common sense.
“While the PHL puts up with a lot of antics, getting arrested is not okay. Everyone hit the showers. Well, everyonebutCarlos,” Coach Atkins told us.
Dean wasn’t in the stands waiting for us. I didn’t see him with Ladybug and JP in the small rink doing goalie shit. Guess they got out of punishment?Not fair. Also not my call.
“He’s probably upstairs,” Grif replied, looking exhausted. “I feel sick.”
In the locker room, I took a quick shower, then checked my phone as I dressed, which had blown up. The top one was AJ, with a missed call.
AJ
Should I get their drunk asses or do you want to handle this?
Fuck. I scrolled through the texts and pictures. Dean and Verity were out drinking at a very pink spa. Judging from the graphic text from Dean about everything he wanted me to do to Verity in bed, he was tipsy. She seemed drunk. Though she’d sent me their location.
Silly pictures had flooded the group chat.
Anger, not amusement, swirled within me. It was one thing for Verity to take Dean out alone. It was another for the both of them to get drunk together,withoutone of us there to ensure that nothing bad happened.
While I trusted her, she couldn’t protect them both in public, especially while intoxicated.
A video popped up. I played it and got a dark screen with moaning. The screen went light, and Verity leaned into Dean’sthigh with her elbow as he told her to go harder. They erupted into giggles and it ended.
Were they shitting me? The fucking balls on those two.
“Um, Jonas, I’m pretty sure Verity and Dean are out day drinking,” Grif said, in a towel, playing a phone message of them slurring their words as they told him how much they loved him.
“I got a fake sex tape.” I slammed my locker shut. “It’s fucking irresponsible for her to get drunk when out alone with him.” Not to mention, Dean knew better.
“Knowing her, it wasn’t intentional. She had a bad day. Something got messed up with her research. They’re at a spa, not the bar. We’re going to get their drunk asses? I’ll cancel with the physio and go with you,” Grif said.
“I’m head alpha. Let me handle it,” I grumbled, shaking my head. “You should go to the physio. Take my car home. I’ll get a car there and then go back to our place. Iwillpunish both of them for this. Because this is reckless. Both regarding safety and the press. Check his socials and delete anything stupid.”
At least Verity didn’t have socials. This could’ve been a disaster.
“You’re going to punish Verity? I know they’re being a little reckless, but that seems harsh.” Grif frowned as he got dressed.
“She’s practically one of us. You break the rules, you get punished. Don’t worry, I’ll save enough of her for you.” That little ass needed spanked.
“Verity doesn’t know how to fight. She’s not AJ. Be gentle with her.” Grif stood there with a completely earnest look on his face.
“Damn right, she’s not. You know Dean’s going to fuck her if he hasn’t already,” I told him. They better not have fucked without me.
