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“He could lose his contract,” I quickly explain. “He could get cut.”
“Absolutely the fuck not!” Simon yells. “And I’m not just saying that because I’m winning two fantasy leagues with you.”
Linc just shakes his head. “There’s nothing we can do. Pictures and videos are out. Even if the Fury believes me, it’s all the media is going to be talking about. They’ll cut me because I’m a distraction. No team will want the drama. I’ll be back to where I started, unemployed, with no hopes of ever playing again.”
“Like hell we’re going to let that happen,” Quinn exclaims, rubbing her hands together like she’s about to stir some shit up. Which she probably is.
Linc shakes his head. “I appreciate whatever you’re thinking of doing, but I don’t know what you can do. Plus, this isn’t your fight.”
“Oh, but it is,” Maeve says. “You’re family now.”
The tears are flowing as I watch each of my family members, and in-laws, looking at us like they’re ready to go to battle.I grab hold of Linc’s hand, because I can only imagine how overwhelming this is for him.
“This is kind of what we do,” I explain. “Let them help us.”
He nods. “Thank you. All of you.”
Quinn lets out a hoot. “I knew we had one more shenanigan left in us!”
“You shouldn’t be this excited about it,” Porter says.
“Like hell I shouldn’t be,” she says. “Plus, Ainsley swore.Swore,Porter! And she hit a bitch! This is about to be the most epic takedown the Banks family has ever done!”
“Can I ask a dumb question?” Linc says. “Exactly what is going to happen?”
Stella laughs as she holds up her phone. “I’ve already been doing some digging, and I’m pretty sure I’ve just found the gold mine. So what we’re going to do is clear your name and take down those three in the process.”
Everyone’s eyes go wide, and I pray to God I’m not getting my hopes up for nothing. “Really? You found something?”
“Oh yes,” Stella says. “And if this works, Linc’s name will be cleared, we’ll prove that last night was, in fact, a setup, and the trio of trouble will never show their faces in Nashville again.”
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Suspended pending investigation.
It’s the best outcome I could’ve hoped for. Because my contract clearly states that if I’m involved in an altercation where fists are thrown, that I’m going to be removed from the team and my contract is null and void.
I never thought I’d be thankful for video being released, but because it was, Coach, my agent, the general manager, the communications team, and everyone who has a VP in their title, could see what happened. That I did not attack Dipshit. That he ran into me. However, because the video is out there, the team felt it would be best to suspend me until further notice as they investigate the situation.
When I told Ainsley and her siblings the news, they were happy for me, but apparently they don’t trust other people's timelines. When this family gets an idea in their heads, they move quickly. Which is why we’re here, two days later, in a hotel in Nashville, ready to serve what I’ve been told is Banks Family Justice.
Whatever that means.
“This seems like a lot,” I say as I watch Logan fire up a massive computer system.
“You’ll say that frequently about our family,” Maeve says. “But you get used to it.”
As an only child, I don’t know if that will ever happen. Because there’s being a part of a big family, then there’s being welcomed into a family who’s currently setting up a high-tech surveillance system in a hotel room to help you clear your name.
“I’m having deja vu,” Simon says.
“Have you guys done this before?” I ask softly as Logan turns on the screens to show a crystal-clear picture of the adjoining room. One that’s registered to Brad Rockwell.
“Once,” Ainsley whispers. “Only that time Logan wasn’t running the cameras, and we had a dominatrix involved.”
I have to blink a few times because why was a dominatrix involved, and why is Ainsley saying it so casually? “Excuse me?”
