Page 262 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

“Everyone, this is not Jayce Winchester. This is his younger brother. Jamie Winchester. Jayce’s TWIN brother, who’s been playing for the Moscow Orcs for years and has been their captain until coming here to Canada for business.”

None of us say a word, the silence daunting, but Iris is growling and elbowing Jamie, who frowns while slowly looking her way.

“What?”

“You have to say hello?”

“Why?”

“Because we’re introducing you? Where did you get your social skills from?” Iris whines. “How do you expect me to make you look like a bloody saint in six weeks or months when you don’t know how to have a conversation?”

“You know I didn’t ask to be in this predicament.”

“Yeah, yeah. Your dad’s a douche, and you have no social battery left to give,” Iris brushes him off but leans in to whisper something in his ear.

The way his eyes widen and glare back at her only makes her grin from ear to ear.

“? ???? ????????.”

“???????.”

“You know, we can speak Russian,” I voice.

That grabs their attention before he sighs.

Giving us his full attention, he stands straighter and crosses his arms over his broad chest.

“My name is Jamie Winchester, younger and twin brother of Jayce Winchester. A pleasure to meet my brother’s competition, though I’ll say it now. We may be competing against each other if my brother keeps fucking up.”

He smiles at that, and I can’t tell if this man is on our side or against us because he looks like a villain entering a room and revealing his ultimate motive.

Is he here in Jayce’s favor? Or to take his place?

You Can’t Replace Me

~JAYCE~

Fuck.

That seems to be my new favorite word as of late because my life can’t get any worse.

No, I can’t afford for things to fuck up more than they already have.

My hand fumbles into my pocket, pulling out the pack of cigarettes and taking one stick to light up. I may get into shit for smoking on hospital property, but as long as I stay in this outdoor sitting area and not seen near the edge, it’ll be fine.

No more fuck ups.

I can’t deal with it anymore, or my whole life will be ruined.

The stakes are too high.

That almost got ruined last night if I didn’t think quickly.

Act swiftly enough to avoid the burning inevitable.

That Moscow photographer fucked up my plans. She delayed everything before it could be set into motion, which left me scrambling for a way out.

Taking a generous inhale, I let the stream of smoke leave my parted lips, watching as it dissipates into the chilled air.

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