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“That’s the ref. He can’t really do anything about us spectators,” I fill in. Clearly these women know nothing about soccer.
“Good. Because I helped put up this damned gazebo and I ain’t packing it down.” Vi says arms crossed over her chest, eyes narrowed at the bitches across the field.
“Does this kinda feel like high school all over again? And they’re the popular girls?” Mira asks, coming to stand next to me, joining the stand off.
“Nope. I finished high school early.” Chewy shrugs. “And I was younger than everyone by two years anyway. Unless they had the answer to the Bermuda Triangle, I wasn’t interested.”
Ana snorts, patting her friend on the shoulder, Chewy shrugging it off awkwardly.
“Ooh look! They’re starting!”
Chapter 11
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I’m going to be arrested. Kaia in her tight pants jiggling up and down in excitement, tits bouncing under her shirt, is pushing me to the edge. It seems I’m not the only one with eyes on Kaia, either, because half the soccer dads are drooling over her and if one more fucker looks her way I’m taking his eyes out.
“Yo, you look irritated to fuckery,” Tank says, stepping up next to me.
“Donotlook at Kaia. Keep your eyes on your own woman,” I growl. I don’t want to have to fight a brother.
“Why the hell would I be looking at your woman? Have you seen mine?” He gazes over at Mira, who instead of wearing a supporters shirt like the rest of the women, is wearing a dress with bumble bees all over it. I mean, the colors match the team I guess.
“Yeah, sorry brother, just too many fuckers with eyes on my woman.”
“Does sheknowshe’s your woman yet?”
I glare at him, and then go back to staring daggers at yet another overweight fucker who dares to look at Kaia.
“You know, to make her yours you kinda have to use your words,” Pops says, coming to stand next to me, eyes on the game. “Holy shit! Did you just see what your kid did?”
Of course I saw what Annie did. When my eyes aren’t glued to Kaia, they’re on the twins. They move as one. When one goes one way, the other moves opposite, always where they need to be. They’ve scored four goals together, and completely blocked the other team from gaining any ground. I can see now why Chelsea wants my kids off the team. They make everyone look like shit, especially their fat ginger kid who seems to throw his weight around a little too often.
“They’re the best fucking players out there,” I say to Pops, eyes on the play as Annie dribbles the ball toward the goal.
“Damn straight.” He watches on a little more, but I know he’s about to shit talk me, because he inches closer.
I really know shit’s going to go down when Mad Dog moves in as well. “So, Son, you got a plan to win them over?” Mad Dog asks, not even wasting time on pleasantries.
I stare at them, hoping that if I don’t respond, they’ll fuck off. They don’t. Instead they move right into my eye line, blocking my view of the twins.
“Do you mind?” I grumble.
“Not at all,” Pops grins. “You know, if you want my help…”
“You just have to ask,” Mad Dog says, slapping a hand on my shoulder. My eyes narrow to a squint, taking both of them in. “What? I’m helping him out.”
“He’s pretty much my VP,” Pops answers.
“Your…VP?”
“Well, yeah, kid. I’m the Love Pres, he’s the VP,” Pops says as if that makes sense.
“Say the word, and before you know it, that little lady is yours.”
My eyes dart to Kaia where she’s huddled between the women, laughing and clapping for the twins. I like seeing her relaxed like this. I like how she is when she has a group of people around her. She never had many friends growing up, but the DRMC can give her what she’s always wanted. Friendship. A large family. I want her to have all that, and above all else, I want her to have me.
Turning to Pops and Mad Dog, I give them a nod. “OK. After the game, we’ll talk.”
