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I keep coming back as if I depend on him.

A shame that he’s the dog who’s desperate to keep me as his master.

A master who covers the true shame his legacy has delivered to his family.

“You’re not going to get away with this, Winchester! The moment we tell everyone you owe us six figures, your rep will go out the fucking window!”

“Say goodbye to this hockey bullshit you’re attempting to pull off.”

“Imagine it on the front page. ‘Winchester’s Fucking Downfall’. The golden boy is really a lying, gambling fraudster who owes half of fucking Strattonville but tries to act as if the world loves him. All because he got the police to back his ass up.”

Got to admit, that would be a pretty good headliner with a good summary of the shit Winchester has done in this town.

Honestly, I’m surprised he’s survived this long.

If he was pulling this shit in the Bronx, he’d be dead by sunrise.

Then again, it’s thanks to me that he’s still kicking. He just would never admit to giving me an ounce of credit.

Ego and pride—the silent killer of men with bright futures.

“Just admit you hate that the Winchesters’ got brains, luck, and connections. If you had any of that, you would be here at two in the fucking morning, wasting my time.”

It’s two already?

I haven’t been tracking the time. I’ve been hurrying things up so I can get back to Kenzie’s side.

Get back to the sweet world of hockey and love.

Guess after I got rid of the various groups of guys surrounding this place for whatever ambush they set up, time flew by.

It won’t be long now, though. All I have to do is wait for the grand cue for reinforcements.

Why is this shit so predictable?

I’m almost bored just thinking about it.

“You talk big when you’re all by yourself. None of your boys are around.”

“Heck, your own playmates wouldn’t protect your ass. Last I heard, they hate your guts as much as we do.”

“Bet they would celebrate if they heard you were in a ditch somewhere. Better yet, the fucking ocean, floating lifelessly away from here.”

The other two are laughing far too loud.

It’s as if they want to be heard and interrupted. This just proves that not everyone can be in this field of “bad guy”.

They would be shot dead before they got to the grand scheme of their diabolical plan.

“You think I give a shit about those dumbfucks? I’m not in this hockey initiative for shits and giggles. Rising stars like myself have to skate through the standards and policies just out of respect for the rules. Everyone can look at me and know I’m destined to be on the Toronto Maple Leafs. I just got to do my diligence and remind them of the Winchester legacy and watch how the world will fawn over my talent.”

Just listening to Winchester idolize himself is cringe-worthy. If this shit doesn’t hurry the fuck up, I’ll just walk in, shoot these three douches, and call it a night.

I really hate wasting valuable time.

“You’re mentally fucked up.”

“A narcissist in the making.”

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