Page 114 of My Brother's Teammates

Me:

Roman: Oh, God, what did he do?

Me: He left me a pocket pussy, a miniature bottle of lube, and a picture of Charlotte he printed from her socials.

Roman: I found a silicone version of his dick on mine… along with a ball gag. I think you’re lucky.

Mateo: You’re both lucky.

Me: We’ve got to be on our A-game today. Harrison is giving us an opportunity to talk. I’ll be at the arena all morning, but we should meet at that address early to get on the same page.

Roman: Sounds good. See you there.

Mateo: Do you think I should bring Harrison a present?

Me: No.

Me: I’ll be the one to kill you on Shady Lane.

Me: Tell me you understand.

Me: Mateo?

Me: Fuck.

Maybe Mateo was onto something. Maybe we were invited out here so Harrison can murder us.

I cast an uneasy glance at the guys before we all turn to stare up at what looks to be an abandoned warehouse. What the actual fuck?

“Do you think he gave us the wrong address?” Roman shoves his hands in the pocket of his jeans.

There’s no way we’re at the wrong building. I triple-checked the address as soon as I pulled up and saw this very creepy-ass place. He has to have given us the wrong address. Maybe he mixed up the numbers.

Shit, I knew he was mad, but I didn’t think he was dismember-them-and-hide-their-bodies mad.

“At this point, we’ve all punched him in the face. This could be revenge?” Mateo shifts between us, a foot trailing around in the dirt.

I nod because well… we have all punched him in the face.

Yeah. He’s definitely invited us out here with murderous intent.

That’s the only reason we’re standing outside this plain three-story building on the non-busy side of Shady Lane.

Our phones ding, and we all share a glance before digging them out.

Harrison: Don’t be a bunch of pussies.

Harrison: Down the hall, last door on the right.

“The fuck?” Mateo stares at his phone, his forehead scrunched and his head cocked to the side. “He wants us to just walk inside?”

Roman lets out a low whistle, sliding his phone back in his pocket. “Seems like it.”

“I don’t like scary movies. If something jumps out at me, I’m going to scream like a girl.” Mateo’s clearly spooked.

I huff a laugh, glancing at the both of them. “Yeah, well, if it brings us closer to making up with our friend and getting our girl back, it’s worth it.”

Roman and Mateo nod, and after a few mumbled curse words, we head into the desolate building.

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