Page 273 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Let her go or you’re going to pay and find out what happens when people mess with our team nurse,” Ryker growls.

“All of you shut up!” the man screams. “You’re coming with—”

Another hand grabs the man’s wrist before solid muscle presses against my back.

“Let go of her this instant,” Oscar growls so threateningly, we’re all peering at the murderous glare he directs at the firefighter who actually flinches from the gaze.

The relief of being free of that man’s grip makes me hiss in pain as I realize his hold was so tight my arms are both bruised like hell.

I feel a tense shift in the air, and all I have to do is look up and behind me to see the dark gaze that consumes Oscar’s face as he stares down at me.

Specifically, my arms.

“Oh, no,” I whisper and try to turn around face enough to stop this man. “Oscar, don—”

I know Oscar is fast.

I acknowledge he’s huge.

But for heaven fucking sake, I never knew this man could punch, break someone’s arm, and have them in a throat hold in three seconds flat.

“Did you lay your hands on MY Kenzie?”

“Shit, Oscar.” Wyatt, Mitchel, Axel, Royce, and Ryker have to peel the man off of the injured firefighter or else he’d be a dead man.

“That’s it. Oscar Armani, you’re under arrest for assault of a firefighter and for setting the Strattonville Stadium Residences on fire!” An officer announces as more of them come out of nowhere to pull the other guys off Armani who no longer resists them.

“What?” I scream. “He didn’t start the fire! Are you guys fucking mad?!”

“Caren Ross. You’re under arrest for the investigation of setting the Strattonville Stadium Residence on fire.” Another officer announces, which has multiple people gasping in horror.

“That’s bullshit!”

“Hold on! You got this all wrong. She’s innocent!”

“They’re both innocent! Armani arrived when the building was already up in flames!!”

“Caren went in there to save the kitty.”

More people are screaming out the truth, but the officers don’t want to listen.

“Oscar!” I shout, but he’s already being pulled away by four officers. He manages to look back at me, his eyes somehow calm, though they quickly take me in from head to toe.

“Be good, Kenzie,” he calls back to me. “I’ll be okay.”

“No, you won’t!” I snap back. “They’re lying!”

He can’t reply because they’re forcing him into a police truck before shutting the doors. It speeds off in seconds, leaving me feeling utterly helpless as I watch the chaos happening.

“She’s innocent and injured. You can’t fucking arrest her,” Leo snaps.

“Leo. Don’t,” Wyatt snaps and stops him from trying to pick a fight with the officers who are desperate to get handcuffs on Katherine.

She’s resisting them, her whole body trembling so hard, I realize there’s something very wrong.

“Wait. Stop,” I urge, and I’m down and between her and the officers in seconds. “Katherine. Shit, Kathy. Hey, hey.” Putting my hands on her cheeks, I stare into her eyes, which are so wide and dilated, I fear she’s going into shock.

“Can’t. I… I… can’t…” She can’t get the words out, but I remember the conversation we had at the club when she talked about Fernandez putting her in a straight jacket.

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