Page 326 of Wrong Pucking Player

“If I’ve observed Fernandez enough, he wants his victims to face a flashy end. A death that gets a lot of attention. He slit Katherine’s wrists, knowing she’d experience a slow demise that also looked like she was the criminal. He tried to kill you, but again, in a flashy way. Injected you with a drug that paralyzed you so when he shot at the ice, and you fell inward, you wouldn’t be able to swim out of it,” he summarizes the reminder. “If he wants to take Jayce out, he’ll do it in a way no one expects and in a scenario where Jayce won’t be able to help himself unless someone else saves him.”

“He’d never ask for help from others,” I whisper.

“That’s where he’ll meet his end,” Armani admits as he lifts our joined hand so he can kiss the back of it. “Ready to go back?”

“Boo…” I pout my lips.

“An hour more,” he encourages and kisses my forehead. “Then we can go home and do other things.”

“Alright.” Dinner is almost done, anyway.

Just a few dances and home we go.

He turns around, but I stop him.

“Your suit jacket is messed up… hold on,” I point out and help him smooth it out before making sure his overall attire looks good.

With a bob of my head after admiring his backside, I grin.

“Alright, you’re still sexy as ever now.”

“Lovely.” He chuckles and offers his hand once more, which I accept without delay.

Armani opens the door and leads me out, only for me to notice Cyrus Jr. leaning against the wall with crossed arms.

I don’t say anything, but Armani pauses in his stride to acknowledge him.

“Wyatt?” He frowns at the man’s presence, but clearly for a different reason than mine. “If you were here, why didn’t you come in and join?”

I use my free hand to slap Armani’s arm, making him chuckle instead of flinching at my wrath.

Bulky ass of a goalie.

“Figured one of us has to keep an eye to make sure no one comes by,” Wyatt replies, his eyes slowly moving from Armani to me.

He’s admiring me slowly, as if he can’t help but appreciate how I look. His lingering gaze makes me uncomfortable. Not because it’s creepy or anything but because my body responds so easily to his presence and attention.

“I didn’t think you’d make it,” I note, hoping to change the topic, so he’s not staring at me like I’m some valuable jewel.

“Oliver wanted as many security personnel as possible for this, so I decided to join,” he admits, his stormy blue eyes meeting mine.

We share a look—one that’s so intense, yet my mind thinks this connection is more repulsive than something intimidating like what I share with Armani.

I still fight against it, not wanting to hurt his feelings with my repulsive nature.

“You two should have the first dance,” Armani suggests. “Can you do that for me, Kitten?”

“Wh-Why can’t I dance with you first?” I argue and give him a side-eye.

“Because I’d like to check on our parents, so they know we didn’t simply run off to fuck away that sexual tension from earlier,” he reveals and enjoys the sight of me blushing embarrassingly.

“F-Fine,” I huff and take my hand from his.

That doesn’t stop him from hooking the same arm around my waist before I can stomp away.

“Kenzie, my Sweet Kitten.” All he has to do is use that forbidden husky voice of his and touch any part of my body to have me in his domain of power. “You promised you’d be a good girl for me.”

God…

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