“Hey, there’s the girls.” We all look over to where Hendrix is pointing at Gracie, Everly, Lindy, and Mackenzie. “Oh, damn,” Ares barks out as Easton skates over to the boards to say hi to Lindy and the kids. “Somebody wanna tell me why Kenzie Hayes is wearing Nixon’s jersey?” “You didn’t,” Cross groans and shakes his head. Leo laughs and looks at me. “Want me to protect you?” “You can all fuck right off.” I ignore whatever else they’re saying as the most satisfying, possessive feeling I’ve had burns behind my ribs. Seeing this beautiful girl in my jersey, with my name stretched across the
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