Page 89 of Imperfection is Beauty

It wasn’t until I took my seat that security walked over to us and then said to the two women, “Either stay seated in your seat and act like a decent human being or you will be forced to leave.”

Nasal voice, aka, whore look-alike said, “She started it,” Oh come on, what are we? Back in high school?

“Ma’am, when a player tells us that we need to keep an eye on a fan, we tend to be proactive.” The other security guard said.

“Whatever. Fine. But since your security, I don’t feel safe with those gang members sitting there. Please see them out.” My god. She just didn’t know when to stop.

That was when one of them looked at my dad and the guys then looked at the whore, “I’d like to stay breathing. Besides, they did a charity run for Saint Jude’s a few weeks back. Great group of guys. Now, are you going to behave or would you like to sit somewhere else.”

“We’ll behave. Promise.” The friend said.

The whore lookalike mumbled, “This place is getting a one-star review from me on Yelp.”

And the only reason I heard her was because our entire section was watching the play-by-play reaction.

And at her words, almost half of them started laughing.

The other security guard looked down at her and what she was wearing, then said, “Woman, a man isn’t going to buy the cow when it’s apparent he can have the milk for free.” And with that, the two of them walked away.

Grinning, I turned back in my seat and watched the game.

Cheered for my man.

Got hoarse after threatening bodily harm to some idiot who thought it was a good idea to do the whole, I’ll end you move by running his finger underneath his neck to my man.

But I shouldn’t have worried.

Marcus came off the line and body-slammed the guy, getting a penalty flag for it, but getting high fives from his team and a helmet slap from his coach.

And then, one hour later, with a huge win over the Stars, the entire stadium was rumbling with cheer.

Because once Daemon, Marcus, Culpepper, and yes, Finch got on the team, they’ve done nothing but win… they were a slated favorite to win the Super Bowl this year.

“Your boy plays good,” Snake told me as he chucked me on the chin.

Hyde shivered, “Remind me never to piss him off.”

Jackal raised a brow at him, “You scared of him?

Hyde threw his hand out and pointed to the field, “Did you see the way the guy’s head bounced off the turf with how hard he hit him?

Tyne wrote something down, then handed it to me,‘I’m not scared.’

Grinning, I looked up at Tyne and winked.

He was by far my favorite out of all the guys.

Because he was the one to show me how to properly kick someone in the balls and rupture a testicle. And… he was the one who offered the killing blow to the sick man who had abducted me.

“Come on, let’s go to the tunnel, it’s probably my favorite part,” They all nodded and then followed me out of the stadium and to the entrance for the tunnel.

And since the guys who guard the tunnel knew me, thanks to Marcus, they let us all pass, and there, against the tunnel, we waited.

Thankfully, we didn’t have to wait long because the players started to trickle out and that was when Aliyah came over to me with Crew and Keeley, smiling. I hugged her and then introduced her to the guys.

They immediately welcomed her into the fold and then Daemon came out, made a beeline for his family, and was also introduced to the guys.

I was laughing at something Jackal had said and missed Marcus, but I shouldn’t have worried.

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