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“And we can do that for the rest of our lives?”

“Fuck yeah.”

“That is a nice thought,” I muttered. I started to giggle as Harley lifted his head and looked down at me in stunned amazement.

“Nice?” he asked in disbelief.

“Fucking wonderful?”

“That’s more like it. Now I want to unwrap my present. I got too carried away with what was inside to bother unwrapping it!”

I began giggling as Harley tossed me on my back and kissed me soundly.

Harley

“You want me to do what?” I asked Shutout in disbelief.

“Play the charity game with me. Three players have dropped out, we’ve covered two but need one more.”

“Bro, do you have any idea how harsh you’re being right now? Playing pro ball was my dream. And isn’t this going to be televised?” I demanded.

Shutout looked at me. “Frightened?”

The fuck did he just say that!

“I’ll play asshole, but you’re going to owe me huge.” I stormed away knowing Shutout had baited me. This was going to hurt massively. This game was going to give me a taste of my dream that had been snatched away.

Muttering curses under my breath, I began searching for Oakley. She’d understand my pain.

Chapter Ten.

Harley.

This was damn painful, being here at Florida’s ball grounds. I should’ve been here five years ago, but fate had different plans. Oakley, sensing my thoughts, reached for my hand and held on tightly.

“Are you okay?” she murmured.

“Yes. I will be. This was gonna be my life. Ninety per cent isn’t good enough for a ball career. That number fuckin’ hurts.”

“Harley, we can leave. If you want to withdraw, you can,” Oakley murmured.

“No. This is to raise money for the Trusts. So, we’ll play ball. At least I can say I got to play with the pro’s once.”

“Harley…”

“Honest, it’s fine. Let’s get you to Mom and the others, and then I’ll go join Shutout and his team.”

Oakley nodded, but I could tell she didn’t want to leave me. I headed for the stand my family had taken over, along with some brothers of the club and their families.

This was a big thing. Even bigger for me. For one day, I could pretend that the attack hadn’t happened, and I was actually a pro player. That my dreams hadn’t been snatched away.

I settled Oakley next to Mom, as Serenity and Shutout approached.

“Ready, kid?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

Serenity grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. She didn’t have to say anything, she just offered silent support.

Out of everyone here, Shutout knew what I was feeling, despite the fact the asshole had baited me. Swallowing, I nodded, and Shutout reached out and squeezed my shoulder.

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