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“Rigged my ass,” Wyatt speaks up. “You guys were bragging the entire time and got shown up by Nurse Johnson. Be a bunch of men and suck up your punishment.”

Yup. My Wyatt is back.

REFLECTION OF A REAL CAPTAIN

~OSCAR~

“Captain O’Riley, what happened with you guys’ contracts? Did you sign?”

I’m listening to Andrews question Maddox while attempting not to admire the way she’s boldly standing there near Cyrus Jr. and Mikayla Johnson.

Who just showed me up in a lifting competition.

I won’t deny that I’m disappointed in myself for actually losing that shit. I know there’s no way I could deadlift 350 lbs, but my PR is 325.

If we’d scaled up slower, I could have won due to fatigue against Johnson.

Then again, there’s nothing really to prove here.

I may have lost a few points in the pride department, but my shiny lightsaber is twitching in impatience at the idea of Kenzie’s hot mouth running up and down it.

Fuck. Only she could merely mouth her intentions and leave me completely smitten with her.

“Hmm?” Maddox is behind Mikayla, his chin resting on the top of her head while his arms are chilling on her shoulders. I can tell he’s not putting an ounce of weight on her, but he wants to be near the woman he’s obviously in love with.

I’m sure they’ve been denying it because of the social media chaos happening with the Vipers and people making bets on who Nurse Johnson will fall for, but it’s as clear as day who the winner is going to be in this “competition.”

“Yeah, we signed,” he announces rather calmly. “Settled on our deals and advances. Also confirmed a fundraiser ball coming up. It was cool.”

Fundraiser Ball. I think my brother was talking about that the last time I spoke to him.

Our family always contributed to such events. It’s a good tax write-off and helps others in need.

“So, how much did you get?” I decide to inquire since it’ll either be me or Winchester who’d be willing to ask the prime question we all want an answer to.

“Hey, you’re not supposed to ask people how much they make in a deal, Oscar,” Mitchel groans, but I ignore him.

Either we ask them to their faces, or we’ll find out later.

“C’mon. We’re all men here. Ashamed you got a shitty deal?” I counter in annoyance. I don’t want to be here. I want to be anywhere with Kenzie on her knees, sucking my cock with no interruptions.

I could honestly care less about how much these guys made. I play hockey out of passion, and if we can get a decent paycheck with it, why not?

Some of my teammates are chuckling at my comment, but it doesn’t bother Maddox in the slightest.

“Don’t think getting my teammates an upgrade to one-million-dollar contracts is a shitty deal,” Maddox mutters.

My heart skips a few beats.

What did he fucking say?

No one says a damn word as we’re all staring at the Captain of Strattonville Vipers, who just revealed he managed to get his team one-million-dollar contracts.

One million fucking dollars?

This has to be a lie.

A joke?

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