Page 124 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

My worst enemy.

“The mother was probably sleeping or intoxicated or some shit,” I press. “If there were cameras here, you’d see it all and believe me, then give me that fucking look.”

“Pucking,” she corrects, and I swear, I’m going to lose it if she corrects me with that ‘pucking’ bullshit.

“Stop with that correction bullshit,” I snap and ruffle my blonde locks. “No one says that shit. You’re not a fucking child.”

She doesn’t argue with me.

Just staring.

Intensely.

Making my fucking palms sweat buckets even though I feel frozen in my spot.

“MIKAY!!”

She’s looking over her shoulder in a flash, forcing me to follow her gaze until it’s on the gothic nurse who is laying a girl on the floor.

A bloody girl.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“I can’t get her to breathe!” Gothic nurse cries out.

Mikayla sprints over there in seconds, leaving me in disbelief because I remember my Mickey hated exercising.

Especially running.

She drops to the ground in front of the child while the mother is crying hysterically. Those puffy eyes are bloodshot, and they fill with venomous anger as they somehow land on me.

She points in my direction the next second.

“You!! You did this! You took my baby away from me!”

My whole body grows rigid when the mother is ready to pounce on me.

Gothic nurse and two bystanders quickly grab her before she’s in my face.

“Calm down, ma’am. We have to focus on your daughter,” Gothic nurse emphasizes.

“The guy can’t be innocent,” one of the bystanders notes. He has ginger hair and is wearing a ball cap.

“No way is Winchester the culprit of this. Look, his bike is intact. It’s not an actual car accident where you bumped him or he bumped you,” the second bystander with a lengthy black beard argues.

Good heavens, fate is on my side again.

“He was in the way! Just in the middle of the road!!”

I need to paint my story fast.

“My brakes weren’t working correctly,” I announce and grab their attention while Mikayla’s doing something. I can’t focus on her yet. The desperate need to protect my reputation is taking everything in me.

“I just got it from the mechanic. I noticed issues when trying to go up the hill to get to hockey practice. The Pincers are waiting for me, but my bike wasn’t stopping properly. I forced myself to a stop and was checking to see if I needed to go to the side of the road,” I lay it out and point at her with narrowed eyes.

“All I heard was a loud beep, then one glance back, and I’m seeing headlights. I thought I was going to die.”

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