Page 100 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Armani, DeCosta, De Luna, Mr. Champion,” she reveals. “And now you, Andrews. Johnson and Cyrus have no clue and aren’t involved in our secret shenanigans, so I’d suggest leaving them out of it.”

“Would doing this put Mikayla in danger, though?”

“Nah.” She sounds confident about that one. “Johnson has too many eyes on her. It’s like being the most popular girl in the school. If something bad happens to her, everyone would find out and try to locate the culprit faster than the police can file a report. Not really smart when you’re dealing with a potential fraud mastermind.”

The knock on the door surprises both of us, but Caren recovers quickly.

“Guess we’re going back to hating each other’s guts,” she assures me with a wink as she walks over to the kitchen to grab a glass and fill it up with water. “Change your name but keep Andrews. I feel like that would be beneficial to you.”

“Why? My parents disowned me.”

“If you believe that, Andrews, you haven’t truly accepted that the world is a fucked-up place.” She passes the glass over to me. I take it without question, but I don’t drink tap water.

I have one more question, yet another knock comes from the door.

“Hello. This is Wyatt Cyrus, Equipment Manager.”

What is Wyatt doing here?

“You never told me who we’re up against here. Who are we going after?”

Her eyes darken at my question, the heavy haze that takes over hiding the traumatic emotions this person certainly laid upon her at a young age.

“Frankie Fernandez.”

Wait a fucking minute.

The sound of shattered glass makes me realize I just dropped the glass I was holding.

“What the fuck, Andrews?” Caren says loudly. “That’s my exquisite glass from Italy! ITALY!”

She quickly leans in, her look of concern far different from her tone of voice from seconds earlier.

“What? You know him?”

“Know him?” I hiss just as the doorknob is being wiggled.

“Xandra? Are you in there?”

“Ah. Coming!” I call out before facing Caren. “Yeah, I know him.”

“Who is he to you?” she whispers, looking me dead in the eye.

I can’t help but look away, my eyes landing on my hand and realizing the slight cut on my thumb that shows a very obvious glass shard sticking out of it.

How the fuck? Just my luck.

“Frankie Fernandez,” I mutter and meet her gaze with a blank stare. “Is my recent ex.”

Guess my past will catch up to me after all.

NOT A MONSTER

~MACKENZIE~

“Say what now?” Caren hisses. “We’re talking about this after.”

She’s already at the door before I can acknowledge the fact I just dropped a full glass of water.

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