#Chapter 117: Mixed Matches

The air in the parking lot behind the ice rink was frigid, biting into Timothy's skin as he trudged towards his car. Hockey practice had been intense, and the exhaustion gnawed at him. As he approached his car, he noticed Alex just a few feet away. Timothy almost left it alone, but then he spotted another figure emerging from the car they were standing beside. It was one of Timothy’s teammates. Timothy's eyebrows knitted together in suspicion as Alex slipped some money in the younger man’s hands. The first time should have been the last time, because Alex’s deals were getting more obvious with time. Alex, with a guilty start, looked up and caught Timothy's gaze. His eyes widened briefly before he quickly pocketed the money. Timothy's instincts kicked in, and he decided to approach. The teammate had already gone by the time Timothy stode over to where Alex was standing, his anger simmering just below the surface. "Alex," Timothy began, his voice edged with a sharpness that cut