Logan scowled. He was a charmless little fucker with skin as thick as a grape. Happy to dish out insults but incapable of eating them. Usually, Willow loved giving him shit, but over the last few weeks, things had gotten nasty. Logan had probably guessed it was his last year with the Hammers and wanted to stick the boot in while he had the chance.

“So,” Logan said. “It’s serious with you and the DJ?”

“Pretty serious, yeah.” Willow turned and tried to catch Derek’s eye. He was the only one who could shut this kind of thing down. But his mate was still staring glumly out of the window with his headphones on.

“What you looking at?” Logan demanded. “Trying to get Daddy Derek to rescue you?”

Willow straightened in his seat. Fuck it. Whatever this was, he’d just have to lean into it. Not like he hadn’t dealt with worse. He gave a theatrical sigh. “Get on with it, hey Logan? I’ve got shit to do.”

“I was just wondering if you and the missus have opened things up?”

“The fuck are you on about?”

Logan raised his hands. “Nothing, mate. Not if you don’t mind getting cucked.”

Someone behind him cackled and Willow’s blood turned to ice. Did they know about the fake OnlyFans? Had it been leaked? He grabbed the front of Logan’s hoodie and twisted tight. “Explain.”

Logan wriggled away. “Calm down, dickhead.”

Willow looked around, but no one gave him anything. Even the captain, John Yarding, was grinning expectantly. Willow groaned. This was his fault. This was years of winding everyone up coming home to roost. He scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Alright boys, I get this is a ‘reap what you sow’ situation, but let’s be grown-ups, yeah? What’ve you found out?”

“You have no fuckin’ idea,” Logan warned. “No fucking idea.”

“Great. Leave me alone?”

If he did, he could Google Eden and see if her photos had been leaked…

Michael Tully cackled. “Face it, Willow. You deserve this.”

“Are you serious? You arseholes do nothing but give me shit.”

“Yeah, but no one comes close to what you’re capable of.”

Willow couldn’t help it, he smirked. “I do have my finger on the pulse. Like the time I found Logan’s sister in that twerk compilation.”

A few shouts went around the bus. Logan’s cheeks went pink. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

“Should we watch it again? For old time’s sake?”

“I’ll fucking hurt you.”

Willow couldn’t help himself. “She was giving it everything. I was very impressed.”

Logan slammed a hand on the back of the bus seat. “You can’t fucking—your ex has a sex tape! I can look at her pussy whenever I want!”

“Good for you. Your sister still twerks like she’s got hydraulic knees.”

A few people laughed openly, and Logan’s face turned purple.