Page 276 of Wrong Pucking Player

He gives me a lighter because mine was taken from me with my suit jacket. I’m glad Kenzie has my phone, or they would be doing anything to get through that shit.

The sexy phone conversations with Andrews are mine. They don’t deserve to see that hot shit, let alone the nudes.

Just the reminder of her has me staring into nothingness.

I’ve never lost my cool like that in public before. I’m sure that’s going to be trending, but fuck.

How dare that douche lay his fingers on her? Gripping her so tightly that she bruised on both arms. Son of a bi—

“So, who do we need to let go before morning?” Officer Klettskarð questions, which tugs my attention to him. “Your brother says when I see death in your eyes, it means I should get rid of whoever pissed you off or else they’ll be found dead.”

I roll my eyes.

“As if he doesn’t give off the same stare,” I grumble.

“He does,” Officer Klettskarð notes. “But usually that means the person’s already dead.”

Lovely.

The power of money and running a mafia empire.

You have people beneath you who will move at a single text to get you the outcome you desire.

“A firefighter hurt my girl,” I grumble and decide to take a look at the iPad.

Fuck.

One full minute of viewing video after video confirms this shit is spreading like wildfire.

And it’s all pointing to me.

I already know who did it.

“Winchester set me up, huh?”

A lift of my gaze to Officer Klettskarð has him looking sad for me before he sighs and bobs his head.

“You had a feeling,” he admits. “Though you told me you were going to cut ties with him since your girl told you to.”

“I was,” I admit, realizing it was a good fucking thing I passed by this morning and met Oliver with Officer Klettskarð and Officer Melody.

Officer Melody was his partner and was at the scene. I saw her when I was being pulled away, but I’m not sure if she stayed around for the aftermath.

“Then?”

“I was going to cut ties at the end of the semester. I didn’t think… there wasn’t a single thought in my mind that he’d actually plan for me to be thrown under the bus before the semi-finals.”

Winchester would do anything to win, so why destroy that chance by getting rid of me?

Why did he betray me?

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt. That his actions weren’t tearing up my insides, which are tight and making my whole body lock up. All the cigarette is doing is making me realize what’s going to happen if I can’t prove my innocence.

The life I thought I finally had in my grasp is going to be destroyed.

No more hockey.

No more initiative.

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