Page 155 of Wrong Pucking Player

My whole body freezes, and thank God it does, because I’m snapping out of whatever blinded rage I was in to see my fist mere inches from Jayce’s face.

Who’s pressed against the ground.

Beneath my towering body

My other hand is around his neck so tightly, I’m sure my very fingerprints will be imprinted into his flesh.

“Everyone’s been pushing your buttons this week, haven’t they?”

I don’t need to look to my right to see who’s standing there with their hands in their pockets.

“??? ???????? ????????.”

Your lover is stable.

That grabs my attention, but I need a few more seconds to let out a low growl in warning at the man in my captivity.

“You’ve gotten so used to playing your fucking role that you’ve forgotten who’s really in charge here,” I growl so low, it ignites goosebumps along my own arms.

I hate being triggered and not getting the opportunity to unleash the anger inside me.

Leaning down until I’m right in Jayce’s face, I allow my voice to dip even further in-depth while my Russian accent is in full effect.

“If it wasn’t because of us, you’d be homeless. A laughingstock to the world instead of this image of fake popularity you’re so desperate to uphold,” I accentuate further and press against him so I can whisper into his ear. “Without US, you wouldn’t have a penny to your name. Without us, you wouldn’t have gone to the elite schools to get your degree. Without us, not one single team wanted your cocky ass. Without us, Mr. Champion would never have you step foot in the stadium we financially aided to support its fruition. Should I continue?”

I look to the corner of my eyes to see him shake his head, noticing he’s struggling now with how tightly I’m holding his throat in my grasp.

I’m putting everyone in choke holds today.

I can only imagine what it would be like to have my hand around Andrews throat as I fuck her senseless.

God, my emotions are all over the place today.

Horny one minute, a loose cannon ready to kill the next. Haven’t even tapped into the boiling anger that wants to obliterate everything that bothers me this week.

Sitting back, I loosen my hold around his neck so he can breathe, but I don’t let go.

He needs to have a reality check of who’s in control right now.

“I don’t give a shit how you treat me in front of the rest of the world,” I stress as I slowly tilt my head to one side. “But you don’t say shit about Andrews to my face or even in my environment, or else this face you’re so worried about preserving its perfection will need plastic surgery to fix what’s feasible,” I threaten. “And we know you don’t have money for that.”

He says absolutely nothing.

The first time Winchester has been quiet for longer than a minute.

A single round of applause ignites at my words, leaving me to frown before I glance past my brother to see who’s joining us.

The special guest.

My right eyebrow arches by default while I try to figure out whether I’m hallucinating or somehow had mushrooms that could contribute to seeing double.

Looking back to Jayce, I watch how his eyes widen in sheer surprise, confirming whatever I’m seeing, so is he.

“Oliver,” I grumble. “Explain.”

“Why?” Oliver inquires. “I love seeing both of your reactions.”

When I’m giving him a threatening glare, he further chuckles and pulls his hands out of his pockets so he can gesture for me to not attack him.

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