Page 343 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Of course, I’m okay,” I feign confidence, but my voice gives me away just like the tears I’m blinking back.

“YOU!” Kenzie growls and pulls back to actually slap me.

“Ow.” It’s the first time she’s actually hit me, which I guess is fair for what I did.

“THERE WAS A BOMB ON THE FUCKING PLANE AND YOU STILL WENT?!” she screams.

The cat is out of the bag.

“So… who told you?” I whine and pout my lips to get some sort of mercy from my teary-eyed fiancée.

“Oliver told us, and we all came rushing here to make sure your dead body wasn’t flying down here,” she sobs and punches my chest. “Dammit, Oscar. You’re crazy! Fucking crazy. What would we have done without you?”

“Lived,” I tease but hug her before she can try to slap me again. “I’m sorry. Fuck… I… just couldn’t let anyone else die by Frankie’s hands.”

“That you sacrifice yourself, stupid?” Wyatt snaps. “I can’t believe I let you go along with this.”

“You knew?” Kenzie snaps and glares his way.

“I knew, baby, but Oscar’s the only one who could pull this off. I can’t skydive, or I would have done it in his place. It triggers seizures for me,” he shyly admits. “No one else would have gotten here on time, and if Winchester noticed, he wouldn’t get on that plane.”

She’s angry. I can tell from her expression, but the one thing about Kenzie that I’ll never stop admiring is that she can see things beyond her emotions.

She understands the circumstances that led to me taking the risk.

“Then where’s the bomb?” she ends up asking.

I sigh and point to the clown that’s a few inches from us in the grass.

“That’s the only thing that was in the bag.”

Wyatt gets up and cautiously approaches it until it’s in his grasp, just as Oliver, Katherine, Leo, and my dad are present.

“Is that the bomb?” Katherine questions as she narrows her eyes. “It looks more like a toy. I inspected the plane with some devices to detect any radiation signals but didn’t catch anything that would become a lethal time bomb.”

“Does that mean there really wasn’t a bomb?” Leo questions.

“What’s taped to the toy, Wyatt?” Oliver questions as Kenzie gets off me. I try to get up and notice my dad’s offered hand. Staring at it for a moment, I end up placing mine in his before he helps pull me up.

Right into a hug.

“You’re fucking crazy,” he grumbles. “Spontaneous psycho.”

“I feel like it’s genetic,” I mutter as he leans back to give me a look. Despite his anger, I see that he’s actually worried about me.

Something I’ve rarely seen from the Salvatore.

“Sorry,” I whisper. “I know I frightened a lot of people, but I know those pilots have been our family friends for generations. I didn’t want them to die if I could help stop it.”

He sighs and pats my shoulders.

“Don’t do something crazy like that again, or I’m cutting you off,” he grumbles but gently squeezes my shoulders. “Your mom would never stop crying if you perished.”

God, I didn’t even think about her.

“I told you. I’d have the last laugh, but your girl is right…” Wyatt reads out, drawing our attention to him. “She won.”

“I won?” Kenzie whispers. “I don’t get it. Why would I win?”

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