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“Get me a fucking ticket,cabrón.” I’ll face any fucking fear for this man. I can’t let him risk it all for me and be too fucking scared to watch him do it.
“Done,” he says before pausing, “And I want you wearing this.”
“What are you doing?” He reaches behind his head and undoes the clasp of his gold necklace before holding it out to me.
“Giving my girl my chain.” He secures it around my neck, and I feel the golden three against my skin. “That way, everyone in that arena will know that Edison fucking Santos is mine.”
FIFTY-SIX
GAME
“Last call tocheck your phones, boys. You’ve got five minutes, and then I want ‘em all in the bucket. We’ve got a game to fucking win!” Jake yells over the locker room noise as I finish up texting Alvi. He’s in the stands, sitting in the family section with Ed, and they should be there with my sister, Red, Drew, and Davis.
Alv dropped by the house this morning with a cardboard box of fucking coffee, bagels for the boys, and a dozen donuts that Ed immediately claimed. He also came up with options for tonight.
I made it clear that I was going through with it. The money they’d make, and the loss we’d take, doesn’t mean shit to me. It’s fucking worthless in the grand scheme of shit. Reality is, Ed will always be worth more.
Her debt being wiped clean and her peace of mind are priceless. And if the price tag is throwing this fucking game, then so be it. Any of my boys who have plans to go pro are already making moves. Tonight won’t matter or affect them the next time that they lace up their skates. The way I see it, every team’s season ends at some point, and tonight it’s ours.
What they don’t know won’t hurt them. It’s what I decided on after I spent all night thinking about it. It’ll legit just add complications if I tell them what’s going on. Plus, this is for me to carry, not them.
This is how I make shit right on my own for once. It’s my reset for all the shit that I’ve caused up to this point. I need a clean slate, too. From the shit with parents, fucking high school bullshit, my sister’s attacks, fucking college drama, all of it. Even hockey.
After the game, this fucking shit with her cousin and his boy will be over. All I want is that fucking body-cam footage. They try any shit or go back on their word, then I’m gonna be the one catching a charge.
Alvi knows whatsup, and he’s not fucking around. From what he said, the neighborhood’s not having it, and neither am I. There’s an opportunity for this shit to roll out smoothly, and I even threw in my own bet to support the cause. I owe Maxy boy fifty and threw that in too.
Alv:
You good?
Me:
Yeah, u?
Alv:
Just stick to the plan.
Me:
Bet.
Watch my girl.
Alv:
She’s fine.
You know she can beat your ass, right?
“Fucker,” I mumble to myself and close out his text. I know he’s got my back, and I know he’s not gonna let Ed out of his fucking sight.
I’ve already texted Drew, and I know that he’s on it as well. He’s always been good like that. He’s watched over my sister and Red when they come to our games. Davis is alright as well.Fucking QB1.
I also texted my sister to make sure that the three girls stick together, especially if they fucking go to the bathroom or something. I don’t want Ed freaking out and being alone. Everything’s gonna be a big fucking group effort. I don’t give a single fuck, my girl’s gonna have her own security detail when I’m not able to be by her side.
Me:
