Jake Abbot
I exited the shower with a towel wrapped around my hips. The locker room was empty except for Wyatt, Warren and Jared.
"I sent the team back to the hotel," Warren said as he leaned against a wall.
"I'll call a car to pick me up. Did you text me the address?" I asked, getting dressed.
"We are coming with you," Wyatt crossed his arms, leaning back on the bench.
"And I have a vehicle," Jared said.
"I'm not holding back. I could end up in jail," I pulled on my shirt.
"We are going to make sure that doesn't happen, Jake. Win would kill us if anything happened to her baby daddy." I grumbled at Wyatt's choice of words. I'm not just her baby daddy, and she is more than the mother of my child.
When I was ready, we walked out of the arena while I sent a quick text to Winter.
"Jar
