Page 342 of Wrong Pucking Player

That if the whole world turned against him, I’d still be there to catch him before he fell into his own demise.

Only now, that’s exactly what’s happening, but instead of me catching him, I’m allowing him to fall into the bed of destruction he made for himself.

It’s a shame that this is our end.

Despite all the years.

Eleven years…

But one thing I’m happy I got to experience.

I got to see his true colors before his actions led to my demise.

I’m sure if he hears about my death, he won’t even react to it. He would laugh instead of shedding a single tear. Regardless, this is the moment of closure I was looking for. To finally see in those blueish green eyes that he regrets fucking up everything.

He regrets ruining us…

“Bye, Jayce.”

He really gave all this up for the thrill.

The last sight of him is watching those blue-green eyes widen as I lean back and fall from the aircraft. The wind whips and screams as the plane becomes smaller and smaller by the second.

I turn my body around to face downward, focusing on using this chance to open the parachute and reach to grab the blinking device.

It’s tricky without the risk of the whole parachute opening up, but I manage to grab it at the last second before hugging the bag with my arm and looking at the device.

What?

It’s not a bomb.

It’s a…toy.

A single blinking clown toy, the red nose blinking again and again while a single note is taped on its exterior body.

I told you. I’d have the last laugh… but your girl is right…

My frown further depends as I look at the final sentence on the written note.

She won.

Realizing this bag is safe, I slip it off and let it go entirely, leaving me with the toy in my grasp before I realize I’m getting too close to the ground, which means the air pressure is going to drop any second.

Pulling the string, to my relief, my parachute shoots out and spreads, tugging me upward as the wind picks up and helps slow my descending pace.

My heart is beating so loudly that it makes my ears ring, but as I approach the ground, I finally realize I’m still alive.

I didn’t die…

When I approach the open field, I see Kenzie, Wyatt, Katherine, Leo, Oliver, and even my father, which makes me wonder what’s happening down below. I can see the officers in the distance, confirming they were keeping their word of arresting Winchester when he least expects it.

The moment I’m seconds from the ground, Kenzie and Wyatt are running my way. Feeling the ground beneath my feet overwhelms me with happiness because it proves I’m still alive.

Instead of stopping from my run, I peel off the straps of my parachute and unclip the waistband, giving me a chance to run toward Wyatt and Kenzie, who are mere seconds away.

Kenzie gets to me first, crashing into me at full force, which knocks me down. The clown toy goes flying somewhere, but I don’t fucking care because I’m hugging her as tightly as I can as Wyatt is next to tackle my side.

“Fuck, Oscar,” Wyatt curses. “You’re okay!”

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