Chapter 43 - Fred Ashford

Fred POV

“It was a waste of my fucking time,” I let out as I bring the cold beer to my lips and Richard nods as Dylan and Jude look at me. My brothers are my best friends. They have always stuck around helping me, even when I didn’t want their help. As the younger of four, I grew up in their shadow, always wanting to be like them.

Jude was always quiet, but he was always the strongest one, Dylan was like the clown of the group, his function in life was to make people laugh and make them feel uncomfortable with his remarks, Richard is extremely serious and as the older one he always saw himself as the protector of the bunch.

I was always the rebel, trying to break away from them and trying to leave my own mark on the world, and I ended up playing hockey because none of them did, none of them was into sports, besides watching them, so I thought that was my path and I was fucking right. I am good at what I do and everyone that likes hockey knows m