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The pressure is intense.

If we don’t work out who is messing with D’Angelo’s head and stop them, then we’re going to lose everything.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Captain’s Hall, Freedom

Shay

I can’t believethat we lost the game last night.

Scratch that.

We had our arses bloody handed to us.

After the game, we had our arses handed to us again by coach.

Then a final time by Colton, presided over by a smug Heine.

I hate Heine.

I don’t need to know the man to know menlikehim.

His arrogant gaze swept over the exhausted players, as if we were his playthings to have fun with or break, depending on his mood. At that moment, the owner of the club didn’t appear to have made up his mind.

Yet D’Angelo is breaking anyway.

He was totally silent.

He didn’t talk back or defend himself. He didn’t say anything at all.

Seeing him take all that shit but be lost somewhere in his head broke my heart.

Back at Captain’s Hall, D’Angelo shut himself in his bedroom. I’m definite that he spiraled into an OCD episode.

Eden was set to break down the door and be there for him.

Robyn stopped Eden, however, insisting that if D’Angelo wanted space, then we should give it to him.

She knows D’Angelo better than Eden and I do.

What she doesn’t understand as well, however, is the type of trauma that my bleeding heart is screaming D’Angelo was hiding from last night.

Perhaps, D’Angelo doesn’t need space but to know that he has people who he can talk to around him.

People who won’t shame him…because hewasoff in that game.

It’s the fault of whoever left that costume in the fetish shop. They hurt D’Angelo. What they’re doing now is hurting him all over again.

Who are they? How much danger is D’Angelo in?

I hid everything that happened to Eden and me our entire lives.

I thought that if I talked about my past to someone, then they’d look at me differently. They’d blame me for the abuse and think that it made Eden and me dirty.

Trash.

Less, somehow.

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