Page 3 of Revenge Puck

The man I would’ve taken a bullet for—the guy who stood beside me through every injury, every drunken win, every sunburned vacation—vanishes right in front of my eyes.

Poof.

Gone.

Replaced by a stranger who didn’t hesitate to drive a knife between my ribs and twist for good measure.

I lean back against the wall, crossing my arms like this is nothing more than a mildly interesting inconvenience, and I have all day to discuss.

“Having fun?”

My words cut through the air like a blade.

They stop fucking.

Bailey jerks her head toward the door as if she’s been shocked, crisp sheets tangling around her legs. She fumbles to cover herself, breath coming out in panicked bursts at my intrusion.

She gasps, hands flying up to cover the tits I’ve seen dozens of times.

As if modesty is gonna save her now.

Declan goes rigid.

For a split second, he stares dumbfounded at the sight of me, mouth gaping open, eyes wide as if I’m a hallucination he can blink away.

He blinks.

“A-Aaron—” Bailey gasps, horrified. “Oh my god, Aaron.”

“Don’t say my name,” I say quietly. “If you say it one more time, I’m going to lose what little restraint I have left.”

Declan stares up at me from the bed, cock most likely shriveling by now. His mouth opens. Closes. The deer-in-headlights look doesn’t suit him, but it’s the only thing he’s wearing at the moment.

I tilt my head.

“Please, continue. Don’t let me stop you. I mean, honestly Kennedy, if you’re gonna fuck my girlfriend in the middle of the afternoon, the least you could do is finish the job.”

“We—w-we didn’t know you were coming,” Bailey breathes, voice trembling.

It’s all I can do not to roll my eyes.

“No shit, hey? You really weren’t expecting me?” I’m controlled.Lethal. “Weird. I didn’t know the two of you were coming, either.”

I push off the wall to take a step forward—not toward them, but to watch Declan flinch from the unknown.

Good.

I want him to be afraid of what I might do.

“You wanna know what the pisser about this is?” I keep my eyes locked on his because this is betweenus. “I’m here because I was worriedsickabout you. You’ve been bailing on practice—leaving early. Avoiding me.” A humorlesshuffescapes me. “I was gonna drag you to the gym. Thought maybe there were things we needed to talk about. Blow off steam.”

I couldn’t have predicted how right I was.

Always trust your gut.

Bailey clutches the sheet to her chest like it might hide her, hands trembling so badly it’s almost comical. Face bone-white, lips parted—her brain clearly can’t form coherent words.

I glance at my girlfriend. “Looks like you beat me to the blowing part.”