Page 284 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Shut your trap,” he huffs and only pauses to turn back to glare back at me. Leaning in close, I only distance my head from his, making him smirk.

“You’re stirring up too many problems. I’ve been hired to solve that for the sake of my Boss who needs all the focus to remain on these semi-finals. Not on you distracting his pet.”

His pet… wait a fucking minute.

The way my blood boils before I jerk my arm out of this man’s grasp only follows with a glare that surprises this fake douche.

“You were hired by Winchester?” The fucking audacity of this man. “After all the shit he’s already done to the man who should be his best friend, you’re here to ensure there’s no other distraction?” I point to myself. “You’re calling me a fucking distraction?”

“Listen, bitch. Shut the fuck up, and—” He doesn’t finish because I kick him the balls. “Fuck!”

“Oh, I’ll show you a fucking distraction. My blood pressure is already up tonight. Why not make it even higher while I kick your dumb ass—” I lift my dress and make a knot, so my legs are free for the kicking madness I’m about to deliver to this man, but an arm wraps around my waist, stopping me from going all out.

“Who—” I growl and turn my head, ready to give this man a back headbutt for daring to interfere, but I realize who it is.

“Wyatt?”

“Why do I feel like your temper will get you killed one day?” he mutters but is observing me carefully. His eyes linger on my bruised arms, and I can see the dissatisfaction in his gaze.

“What are you doing here?” I hiss. “Let me kick his ass. Please?”

“Let her.”

We both glance back and behind the recovering feign to see Oliver and Armani standing there with identical scowls.

“Damn,” I mutter. “They look like twins when they’re mad.”

“Hmm,” Wyatt responds but loosens his hold on me. “The cameras are off,” he announces.

“Good,” Oliver grumbles. “Now’s your chance to beat his ass, Sister-in-Law.”

“Sister-in-law?!” the three of us gasp while Oliver’s scowl turns to a grin.

“Chief was here, yes?” he asks, the question clearly directed to me.

“Yes.”

“And you’re alive,” he acknowledges.

“Well… yeah,” I respond like it really is obvious.

“Then he totally approves of you marrying Armani, so you’re my sister-in-law.”

“I don’t even have a ring,” I huff and cross my arms. “Until there’s a ring on it, you can’t call me that.”

“Are you four sick in the head?”

We all look at the man who’s now pointing a gun to his head.

“If I shot myself, your precious little princess will be charged with my murder!” he declares with eyes that emphasize his delusional pride. “The cameras are off, but her cell is open. Will prove she’s guilty.”

“Go ahead,” Wyatt casually states, and only now do I notice the tiny red dot on this man’s forehead. “You failed in doing what you were hired for, anyway. Just get it out of the way.”

“Th-This is just a phony gun, anyway. Winchester said there’s no bul—” He pulls the trigger just as he’s going to finish off the single word, but he’s silenced by the loud bang that follows.

His body drops to the side, blood beginning to drip down the white wall next to his body.

I’ve never seen someone shoot themselves up close before, but the fucked-up part of it all is I don’t react to it in the slightest. I just stand there, staring at his body as blood pools beneath him.

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