Page 340 of Wrong Pucking Player

“I won’t die, Wyatt,” I assure him but end up reaching out to rest my hand on his right cheek. “We have an aisle to walk down before seeing our Heartbreaker Queen in the most gorgeous white dress.”

“You better come back,” he snarls. “Or I won’t forgive you.”

I chuckle. “I know.”

Letting my thumb gently run along his bottom lip, I pull away.

“Save the next kiss for when I’m back.” With a wink, I put my helmet on and ignite the engine of my bike. “Be back soon, Wyatt. Protect our girl for me.”

He doesn’t reply, and I know it’s because he’s worried whether I’ll truly come back.

Gripping the handles of my bike, I take off with ease, knowing deep in my heart that no matter what happens in the air, I have to come back.

The last act of kindness I’ll do on Winchester’s behalf.

A SECOND CHANCE…

~OSCAR~

“We’re almost at the height for the jump! Make sure you put your parachutes on properly. Since you both are experienced, there’s no need to go through the procedures again, yes?”

“I’m good,” Jayce announces, clearly not recognizing me. He’s obviously mad that I’m present. Ruining his thrilling skydive with my existence.

“Yup,” I reply using my deeper voice, knowing Jayce won’t recognize it.

With my own parachute on my back, there are only two sitting there, waiting to be donned in preparation for the solo drop. I’m registered to do this stuff because Jayce used to drag my ass along to jump out of planes multiple times in our late teens.

It was frightening at first, but now, these types of adventurous acts deliver a weird sense of peace to me.

Reminds me that this world is big, and we’re just a single microscopic piece of the whole.

“Get ready for the drop!”

With a nervous exhale, I rise up and notice Jayce slipping his phone into his pocket.

I go with my instincts, reaching for the parachute on the far right before he can take it.

“Thought you’d have yours by now,” I grumble the comment that’s muffled thanks to the mask over my face. I was wearing it out of respect for the rules revolving around COVID, but Jayce isn’t wearing any sort of face covering.

Am I surprised? Nope. He loves breaking the rules. Probably thinks he can’t catch COVID in the fucking air.

“What are you? My dad?” Jayce snaps and lets go of the bag I’m firmly keeping and grabs the other one. “Mind your business.”

He quickly straps on the other parachute, rolling his shoulders before heading to the door. I’m quickly investigating the exterior of his parachute, but it looks relatively normal.

Quickly, I check the parachute in my grasp, doing my best to keep it intact while trying not to trigger anything if it is the bomb. I notice Jayce is sliding the door of the plane open, but I’m taking a glimpse within the parachute, noticing a piece of paper attached to something in the midst of the folded material.

What catches my attention is the blinking red light.

Gotcha.

For a moment, I struggle to zip the bag up because the thought of dying taunts my mind.

Not returning to the ground…

Not seeing my family again.

No more being protected by Oliver.

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