Page 285 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Showed the world the me I’ve been fighting to hide.

My golden boy image was ruined, and now my replacement was where he’s always wanted to be. The new prodigy of the Winchesters who will take the shame from me and my father. I already know any inheritance that’s from our lineage will be given to him by default with his arrival in Canada.

Deep down, I wonder if this was his underlying motive all this while. That he stalked me and placed the final blow of pressure that made me lose my cool and let it all out at the wrong place and time.

I wonder if Mickey is okay.

The conference confirmed Ace and Mikayla would make a full recovery, but I’m sure my girl no longer loves me.

Heck, I’m sure she despises me.

I hurt her.

Hit her in front of everyone she loved and cared about while she was doing her job. I couldn’t control myself until it was too late, and Augustus took that chance to lay it all out on me.

Rat out my intentions and make me the scapegoat of the season.

I may have gotten bail, but that money was my entire advance. By the time I managed to get home, our money was already on hold, making the past week the hardest to just stay put in our mansion, surrounded by news and media reports.

This morning was the first to not having someone on our property, trying to get a statement. Their attention was focused on this conference that revealed the fate of the Strattonville Vipers and the Saskatchewan Pincers.

The CEO is a lesbian. Go fucking figure.

Both teams will continue to be established and have opportunities to be in the top twelve hockey teams that will lead to the games toward the Stanley Cup.

How fate has encouraged their rise and redemption, but I’m the one who’s left to carry the burden of everyone’s fuck-up consequences.

Even Oscar gets to return to the team.

Fucking Oscar.

That was the reason why I needed to do this activity. To enjoy one last thrill of ecstasy before I’m potentially thrown in jail for who knows how long.

The sex tape between Oscar and me was leaked.

I guess I shouldn’t call it a sex tape, per se. That night wasn’t as fun and enjoyable for all parties. Oscar was drunk. I was stupid. In the end, I took advantage of that—of him—and recorded it to use as blackmail material.

It was my way of securing him to remain by my side. I needed someone who understood me enough to remain after I lost Maddox, Mikayla, and the rest of the crew.

Oscar had no choice but to always defend me, knowing I could leak it any time. I ended up destroying it when we were chosen to be a part of this initiative because I didn’t want the off-chance of it coming out and revealing what I did.

Oscar, however, had a copy of his own.

That was now circulating on the internet, proving to the world that not only was I an unhinged, selfish captain, who used my father’s money to get anything I wanted and hit women for a hobby, but I was also a rapist.

A gay rapist.

I threw my best friend of eleven years in jail to cover my shame, making him a victim even after surviving the ‘sexual’ abuse and further torment of supporting me in the public eye.

Might as well make it a headline and plaster it across North America. Heck, just share with the world.

My future is over, anyway.

At least I can enjoy this moment of thrilling contentment in peace and face what’s ahead of me like a man. I can already imagine the challenges I’d face in jail.

Dropping the soap and being forced to endure those gay fuckers.

I let out a huff at the mere thought of being in those guys’ domain, but I’m not a coward. I can find a crew in there to use until I get out. That makes me smile to myself.

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