Page 83 of The Worst Pucking Deal

“The fuck?” Mickey asks, echoing my thoughts perfectly. “To who?”

“Fabian,” I sneer. “The new fucking sponsor.”

Mickey’s brow furrows in empathy, his understanding of my turmoil evident. “Damn, Sawyer. I can’t even imagine. That’s rough.”

“Yeah, you could say that again,” I bark. “She made me do the one thing I’ve always done my best to avoid. She turned me into a cheater, home wrecker. Whatever you wanna fucking call it.”

Instead of letting me stew in my anger, Mickey tilts his head to the side. “You know I have a million questions, right?”

“Like what?”

“Like how she could be with you so much without Fabian knowing if they were married?” When I look at him with confusion written all over my face, he sighs. “Get your fucking head out of your ass long enough to look at the facts.”

I run a hand through my hair, the feeling of betrayal burning like a wildfire in my chest. “The facts are pretty fucking clear,” I argue, not really in the mood to listen to reason. “She. Was. Married. That’s all there is to it.”

Rolling his eyes, Mickey throws his hands up in the air. “Really? Then why did you come here?”

“What?”

“If you wanted someone to just agree with you and bitch out Lucia like a group of teenagers, you would have driven to Soren’s house. So why are you really here, Sawyer?”

Sometimes I really fucking hate how perceptive Mickey is, and how well he knows me. I’m here because I want him to tell me I’m not turning into my mom, and to… I don’t fucking know. Make sense of it all. Because I have no doubt if I’m left with my own thoughts for too long, I’ll do something stupid. Like find Fabian and punch him.

“Fine,” I agree after a lengthy silence. “Tell me what facts I’m overlooking.”

Mickey looks up from his phone. Yeah, the second I stopped talking, he picked it up, happy to ignore me until I broke the silence. Mickey is one stubborn fucker. Seriously, if we didn’t have practice, training, and games, we could sit here for days without talking.

“For one,” he says, holding up one finger. “The thing I said about time. If her marriage to Fabian meant a damn thing, she couldn’t be spending all that time with you.”

I nod, acknowledging his words.

“Second…” He adds a second finger. “Where was her wedding band?”

“She could have taken that off,” I growl.

Mickey shakes his head. “For years? What would have been the point of keeping it off for all the time we’ve been with the Sabertooths, and probably longer?”

This gets my attention. “What do you mean?” I ask, leaning forward, resting my arms on my thighs.

“If Lucia was married, the rumors would have reached the locker room. We both know she’s been asked out many times by many different people. Why not just tell people she was married? It would have been the easiest way to let anyone down. Instead, she’s turned every single person down in other ways.”

That much is true. And Mickey is right. Lucia turning people down hasn’t exactly earned her any bonus points. Where most will agree she’s hot as fuck, most are also of the opinion she’s so frosty her cunt would freeze anything that came into contact with it. Okay, it’s not that bad. She isn’t disliked or hated. She’s just… no one would consider her cuddly or ask her to look after their pet.

“If you ask me,” Mickey says, staring straight at me. “You’re being an ass, and Fabian’s a fucking rat and shouldn’t be trusted.”

“Yeah,” I reluctantly agree, my head swimming.

“What would you do if you found out your wife—Lucia—was cheating on you?” Mickey asks, waving me off when I let out a low growl. “Down, boy. This isn’t about your mommy issues. But think it through. You wouldn’t go to Tom.”

“Fuck no,” I spit. “I’d find the fucker and punch his head in.”

Even though it’s not what’s going on, anger swirls inside me at the thought of anyone else touching my wife. My. Wife. I might be too pissed to see reason right now, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t mine.

“Exactly,” Mickey grunts. “But Fabian is a little bitch who went to Tom. Ask yourself why.”

“Because he wanted him to know. If he came straight to me I could bury it.”

Mickey annoyingly claps and lets out a sharp whistle. “Look at that, Sawyer. Maybe you’re not too stupid to be a good husband after all.”

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