Page 164 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“So, where was Damien.”

“He was there.”

“Girllll.” Mack’s eyes widen as she presses her hands against my cheeks. “Are you living the hockey booktoker dream?”

“What is the hockey booktoker dream?”

“I swear you read that book. What’s it called? The one with the doctor.”

“Are you two hearing yourselves?” Dimitri interrupts, which makes us both realize they’ve been hearing us ramble this whole time.

Oh, fucking shit!

The way my jaw drops in realization has Mack pointing to Felix and Dimitri.

“This,”—she waves her hands around our makeshift circle—“is between us.” Then she points to Dimitri and Felix. “Or I’ll make your lives a living hell.”

“Fair,” Felix replies with a shrug. “Don’t wanna deal with you. Wyatt says you’re dangerous to mess with, so I’ll believe him.”

“What you mean he said I’m dangerous?” She gasps and looks for the man in question. “Wyatt! Where’s the Equipment Manager? I got to beat his ass.”

That has some of the Pincers laughing and groaning on behalf of the poor man.

“Mackenzie! It’s six in the fucking morning.”

“I don’t care! Where’s his ass?” She huffs.

“Pucking! Not fucking,” some of the Vipers correct, which has their group chuckling while the Pincers grunt in dismay.

“Good job, Vipers.” I smile and give them a thumbs-up. “Keep it up, and I’ll get Coach Cyrus to pay for our victory dinner tonight.”

That has them cheering and roaring like maniacs, making me laugh while Dimitri and Felix chuckle.

“Don’t get too cocky, Vipers,” I hear Diesel call out. “Bad luck for the sore losers.”

“Puck off, Diesel,” Sebastian calls out. “Focus on your deadlift game. Not talking shit.”

“I can fuck you guys up with deadlifts.”

“Love to see you try,” Marcus encourages. “Gotta humble you guys. Acting all proud and shit because you all finalized your contracts.”

“Just admit it,” Kane chips in. “You’re envious. Why else would you want to deadlift against us.”

“Can’t be envious when we signed new contracts this morning.”

“Aww. Depressed that you guys can’t even get a good pay deal?” Here comes Oscar with the biggest smug look on his face. He likes to cause shit like Jayce. “What’s your pay cut like?”

Marcus glances at his peers before he shrugs.

“We don’t know yet,” he admits, which is surprising.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Oscar asks with a dubious face. “You signed the contracts.”

“Income part was blank,” Knox steps in. “Captain O’Riley said he’ll tell us what we’re making when he arrives.”

“Damn. You guys got paid so low, they had to leave the income part blank.”

I frown at the harsh words that come from the man himself—Jayce.

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