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“I don’t know. My mind was all over the place, I didn’t even think to ask those questions when I was released. I have the officer’s card though, so I was thinking about calling him since I was already calling the whole damn world,” I answer.

I should be reaching for my phone, but instead I just continue to sit here and look out at the scenery in front of me. Anything to keep my mind from exploding.

“Give me the card, I’ll call and ask,” Isaac says to me and I give him a firm nod, more than happy to hand over that task.

“Who else is on that call list?” My brother asks, standing up from his seat and going to stand by the small fence that separates the deck from the hill that is his yard.

“Well, you guys were on there but since you’re here that takes a good chunk of people off. That only leaves my publicist, my agent, Grayson, and oh yeah, dad.”

“Roy called you?” Hunter asks, almost in disbelief.

I give him a nod. “Yup, and I’m sure he going to scream my ear off about how I’m a disgrace to the Jacobi name,” I say, rolling my eyes.

Hunter just rolls his eyes and let out a sigh. “I’ll talk to him.”

I shake my head at him, all the while sitting up in my chair. “No, I’ll take care of dad. As much as I don’t want to deal with him, I have to. I put myself in this, it’s my responsibility, not yours.”

As much as I want to delegate this to my brother, I can’t. This is my responsibility, it shouldn’t have to fall on him.

“Okay, but if you change your mind, I’ll take care of it,” he offers, giving me a nod.

“Thanks, man.”

“Now that just leaves the people that are handling your career,” Isaac throws out.

I can’t help but to let out a sigh and turn to Christian. “What’s Anderson saying?”

The fact that he is dating our coach’s daughter is both a good and bad thing. Good, because we can get a feeling at what coach is thinking and bad because, well he’s dating coach’s daughter. Holiday dinners sound like they can be awkward as fuck.

My teammate and friend looks at me for a long minute, eventually letting out a sigh. “I talked to him last night and I told him what I knew and how the charges were dropped and you were released.”

“And?” I push, trying to figure out if I still have a team to go back to when I land in Chicago.

“He sounded relieved but stated that you were still arrested. Some team personal won’t like it and might try to trade or release you. He said if it were up to him, he would keep you as a Knight, but right now it’s all dependent on Lane and everyone else.”

Of course, it is.

I was hoping for him to tell me the opposite, but hoping for the opposite would be like wishing a damn unicorn to prance across the yard.

“If I were you,” Christian starts up again before I can say anything. “I wouldn’t put off calling Lane back any longer.”

He’s right. Of course, he’s right. I won’t admit that to him though, it would just go to his head and it’s already so damn big.

Letting out a sigh, I pull out my phone but instead of calling Grayson back, I call my publicist first to let him know what is going on and to see if he could do damage control.

Thankfully, he answers on the first ring, and once I tell him that my charges were dropped, he goes into work mode. Within minutes, he comes up with a plan to not only kill my story but to also stop the digging that people are going to do into Sophia and what she went through.

I don’t care about my story and my image, but I will do anything to protect Sophia and hers.

After my publicist, I call my agent.

According to her, she hasn’t heard anything from the Knights about releasing me, but if that call comes, I will be the first to know. I did lose a few endorsements deals, which was fast, I’m not going to lie, but she doesn’t see them as a big deal and frankly neither do I.

As soon as those two calls are done, I stand up from my chair and mentally prepare myself for the call with Grayson.

The dude is only a few years older than me and hasn’t fully grasp how to be a team owner just yet, but he still terrifies me somewhat. Must be the family he comes from.

He must have been expecting my call because he answers after the first ring.