Page 219 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Expose the fact I like Maddox.

Tell the world and ruin my career.

For years, this person has taken it upon themselves to bully me through text. Threatened me by revealing my love for men.

I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t holding me back.

Holding me back from making a move and being a part of this circle of love.

Another ping forces me to return my eyes to the screen, and I frown at the threatening words from this masked identity.

XXX: “Keep playing stupid games and win stupid prizes, Augustus.”

Sometimes I wonder if it’s one of the previous crew members.

Jayce. Oscar. Kane. Diesel.

I try to pretend they wouldn’t stoop so low, yet it frightens me to think they have. That they’re willing to hurt Maddox or even Mikayla because they’re no longer friends.

Or more than friends.

“Is someone threatening you?”

The way I flinch and look up to see Damien’s crouched figure makes me further freak out because I didn’t hear his approach.

Fuck. How long has he been there?

“N-No,” I mutter and quickly turn off my phone screen. “It’s nothing. Just spam.”

“Keep playing stupid games and win stupid prizes, Augustus, doesn’t sound like spam, Wolfgang.” Damien’s face is hauntingly serious, especially under the dim moonlight.

Fuck…

“Damien,” I mutter before standing. “I’ll handle it.”

“I feel like you won’t,” he argues and rises up. He takes three steps, and now we’re facing each other.

More like he’s looking down at me, thanks to our height difference.

I don’t let our closeness bother me, but I can’t let him tell Maddox about this.

Not Maddox. Definitely not Mikayla.

“How long?”

“It’s not important,” I try to brush off, but Damien has my neck in a hold as he pulls me close enough to see how threatening his eyes are as they peer down at me with no remorse.

“How long, Wolfgang?”

“Days. Months.” I can’t help but force myself to look away. “Years?”

Damien doesn’t say anything.

He does let me go.

Then he’s walking away.

Fuck!

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