Page 61 of Sin Bin Bully

"Sam, I've got news," Xavier's voice crackles through the speaker. "You're not gonna like it."

I bark out a harsh laugh. "When do I ever like anything someone has to tell me? Spit it out."

"It's Matthew Harley," Xavier says, and I feel my blood start to boil. "He's been running a steroid and drug ring for years. All signs point to him being the one who's been tampering with everything."

"That fucking piece of shit," I snarl, my free hand curling into a fist. "I knew there was something off about him. Should've trusted my gut and dealt with him sooner."

"Yeah, well, hindsight's 20/20," Xavier replies. "What matters now is what we do with this information."

I pace the room, my mind racing. "Send me everything you've got. Every last fucking detail, you hear me?"

"Already on it," Xavier says. "But Sam, be careful. This guy's been building connections since he was transferred."

"I don't give a shit if he's got the Pope on speed dial," I snap. "He's fucked with the wrong person."

"Just... don't do anything stupid, alright?" Xavier's voice is gruff and I hear typing in the background. "Play it smart."

I laugh, but there's no humor in it. "Oh, I'll play it smart alright. Smart enough to make sure that bastard never sees the light of day again."

"Sam-"

I cut him off. "Just send me the files, Xavier. I'll handle the rest."

I end the call. My mind is reeling with the implications of what Xavier's told me. Matthew Harley, that smug little shit, has been playing us all for fools. And now, he's about to learn what happens when you cross Sam Warwick.

A plan starts to form in my mind. I'll need to move carefully, but decisively. Then, my phone dings. First things first, though - I need to see those files.

I start digging through the files as they hit my inbox, each document more damning than the last. My fingers fly over the keyboard, uploading everything to a secure server. Matthew Harley's dirty laundry is about to be aired for the whole world to see.

"Kelsey!" I bark, not bothering to look up from my screen.

She materializes in the doorway. "Yes, Mr. Warwick?"

"Get me Coach and Joe on a conference call. Now."

"Right away, sir."

As Kelsey scurries off, I hit 'send' on the email I've hastily thrown together. The truth about Matthew Harley is about to spread across the internet like wildfire.

My phone buzzes. It's Barrett.

"Sam, what the hell is going on?" His gruff voice crackles through the speaker.

"Check your email, Coach. You too, Joe. I'm about to blow this whole thing wide open."

I hear the rapid-fire clicking of keys, then a sharp intake of breath from Joe. "Holy shit, Sam. Is this for real?"

"As real as it gets, boys. Harley's been running a steroid ring right under your noses."

"But how did you-" Coach starts.

I cut him off. "Doesn't matter how. What matters is that it's out there now. The whole world knows what that piece of shit's been up to."

"Sam," Joe says, his voice low and serious. "This is big. Like, career-ending big."

"Yeah, for Harley," I snarl. "He tried to frame me, ruin my reputation. Now he's gonna learn what happens when you fuck with Sam Warwick."

There's a moment of stunned silence on the line.

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