Page 41 of The Stud

“So, you weren’t wheeling at the event this weekend?”

“No, you big Russian pylon.”

“That’s not what’s been reported.”

“We all know what’s reported israrelywhat actually happened.”

“Except you sleeping with Hoss’s sister, aye?”

Godandcountry,do I loathe the fact everyone knows that shit.

A smug grunt precedes him commanding, “Stay. Away. From. Hoss.” An argument being right on the tip of my tongue is what propels him to add one painfully important phrase. “Ferda.”

Is that what’s really best for the boys?

I mean…I suppose I see his point in that sense.

Squadron mentality isn’t just what a team needs to survive.

It’s what we need tothrive.

And getting even further than we did last season is the most important thing to all of us.

Staying focused on the game – rather than pussy –should betop priority.

Living that one unit, one mind mantra.

Being willing to sacrifice yourself so the rest of your team can have that glory.

That pride.

That success.

That’s what being the best is truly about.

That’swhat makes a true champion.

I reluctantly nod my agreement and extend my open hand in his direction. We slap palms twice and cross shoulder bump on a loud “ra”, signifying my agreement as well as the end of the conversation.

He’s right.

I do need to do what’s best for the boys even if it’s not what’s best for me.

Chapter 7

Tanner

I glance at the reusable grocery bags piled into the front seat of my cherry red Camaro while slowly tapping my chin in contemplation.

Pretty sure helping Hoss healiswhat’s best for the boys as much as me.

Afterall, she helps get us hyped and helps us stay hyped and never fails to verbally cross check any one of us right in the gibs when we’re out of line.

She’s almost like having one more bench boss in a way.

Or a bench mother?

No.

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