Page 73 of For the Fans
Padding out of the shower with a towel around my waist, I linger in front of my locker while the rest of the guys are dressing quickly.
“Yo, you coming, Nueve?” Guty asks me, gathering up his things to leave with Theo and Naruto. “We’ve got some partying to do, pimpin’!”
They high-five one another, laughing and slapping each other’s backs.
“Yea, totally.” I grin at them. “I’m right behind you.”
They leave, bringing the raucous noise with them until I’m standing alone in a quiet locker room with my curiosity piqued.I just need to see…
Get it over with. Read the texts so you can see what the fuck he wants and call it a day.
Unlocking my phone, I pull up the messages from Avi. He’s been texting me for the last few days and I haven’t even glanced at a single one. Until now.
Avi: I sent you some $$
Avi: Sent more.
Avi: Ok mucho dinero, superstar. It’s really rolling in…
Avi: Just thought you might want to see some of the comments…
There’s a picture attached; a screenshot of comments from his OnlyFans account. My blinking becomes rapid while I read them…
Miscellaneous strangers on the internet calling mesexyandgorgeousandhot as fuck. DMs from Avi’s fans asking for more, offering evenmoremoney formorecontent… And my head is sort of spinning.
Avi: I don’t need to tell you what this means…
Avi: I know you’re ignoring me on purpose, but if you just think of this objectively… We could make enough for the next two years.
Avi: It’s business, Kyran. Are you really going to throw away this opportunity because it’s a little weird…?
My stomach twists into a knot. I hate that he’s right. I hate that he feels like he knows all the answers, and I hate the idea ofmoneycontrolling what I do.
But it’s the unfortunate truth to my situation. If I want to keep going the way I am, with this team, winning and building my own legacy, something that belongs tome, then I need to buck up and swallow my trepidations.
Does it suck ass that my obnoxious stepbrother is behind the wheel of this thing?Fuck yes, it does.Because he’s right… it definitelyisweird. I don’t want more things like what happened the other day in his dorm…
Butwantis a luxury that, like most other things, I just can’t afford.
So with that thought and the image of even more Venmo depositscha-chingingin my brain, I get dressed and leave the stadium.
But instead of going back to my dorm, I go to the Thomas More Apartments. Room 446.
Outside his door, my eyes shift up and down the hallway, making sure no one’s around before I knock. I hear shuffling from inside, and when the door opens a crack, I’m met with grayish-blue eyes rippling with startled confusion.
I push my way past him inside.
“Yea, sure. Just come on in… Make yourself at home,” Avi mutters sarcastically.
Spinning to face him, I grunt, “I’m following your advice, smartass.” He raises a brow. “Looking at it objectively…”
Standing still in front of me for a moment, he blinks and visibly swallows before he says, “Okay. So… what next?”
I shrug, ignoring the gnawing uncertainty in my gut. “I guess… we get to work.”
Avi lets out a breath that seems a bit unsteady, pulling a joint from behind his ear and lighting it. “For future reference, a little notice would be appreciated.”
My head tilts at him. “Why? Do you have anyplans?Other than smoking yourself stupid, I mean…”
