Page 156 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Alright, alright. Not the night to pull at your gears. Got it,” he comments and gestures to his special guest who reaches where Oliver stands. “Pretty sure Winchester knows who this is, but for introduction's sake, meet our new business partner.”

Business partner?

“Jamie,” the man announces as his smile replicates the douche beneath me. “Jamie Winchester. A pleasure to meet Oliver’s younger brother. Also kind of funny to see you have my older brother in a neck hold. With all the trouble he’s been causing as of a late, I wouldn’t be surprised if you want to get rid of him.”

I can’t hide my surprise because I didn’t think Jayce’s younger brother would look fucking identical to him.

Did I know he had a brother? Yes.

Just not an identical one.

“What… are you… doing here,” Jayce grunts through gritted teeth.

I’ve lost interest in teaching him a lesson, so I let go.

Rising off him with ease, I notice how my brother is offering me a cigarette.

Thank fucking God.

These sticks will probably take their longest to end me versus all the bullshit I’ve been dealing with since returning to Strattonville full time.

Taking it, I walk around him and easily snip his lighter from his suit jacket pocket to light my cigarette and enjoy the first few inhales and puffs completely in my head.

He said Kenzie is stable. Good. She’ll be okay. I’m gonna have to send some money to Katherine. Leo, too. Fuck… it’s already late, and we have practice.

“None of your business, brother,” Jamie declares. “Don’t worry, though. I gotta go back to Moscow in a few hours. Can’t let them know I’m not in the country or I’m sure they’ll screw over my visa application.”

“You shouldn’t be here in the first place!” Jayce snaps.

“Obviously,” Jamie laughs.

Just taking a side glance at the man is haunting because he really looks like Jayce.

Only hotter… and deadlier looking.

When you look at Jayce, you see a boy who’s desperate to be the apple of everyone’s eye.

Jamie, however, doesn’t seek anyone’s validation.

His very stance demands it.

“However, my brother is being a messy prick as of late,” Jamie notes.

I’m back at Oliver’s side and offering his lighter back. He takes it but moves his two fingers inward like he’s waiting for me to give him something else.

Rolling my eyes, I offer him my cigarette, and he takes a few puffs of his own before giving it back to me.

Our exchange is brief, yet we’re both moving our attention at Jayce’s loud grunt that has him dropping to his knees and clenching his stomach.

“Man, I’ve been waiting a hot minute to do that,” Jamie exaggerates as he shakes his right fist, the culprit of the punch. “You know you’re becoming a nuisance when I have to come all the way from Moscow on my day off to punch you in the fucking gut.”

Damn.

Seeing Jamie punch Jayce makes me realize how good my brotherhood with Oliver is. Do we get mad at one another? Yes, but no matter whatever crazy shit we deal with, we have each other’s backs.

Guess this isn’t the case with Jayce and Jamie.

“Fuck, Jamie. You know who the fuck I am?”

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