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The rest of us follow her glare, revealing Maddie fucking Rae and her Botox Barbie Brigade descending the stairs of the gym in Revenants jackets. Maddie locks eyes on me and tosses me a wink like we’re old friends.

I feel my patience flatline.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Knox groans.

“I’ll handle it.”

I’m already moving before anyone can argue, charging up the stairs two at a time. The moment I reach her, I grab the bitch by the arm and start dragging her back upstairs.

“Lex!” she shrieks, trying to wrench free. “Lex, let go of me!”

“Not gonna happen, Mads,” I grit out. “The three of you are fucking leaving. Right now.”

She twists, evades, and nearly face plants into the one to her left.

“Please, Lex,” the other one tries, holding Maddie upright. “Just listen to us.”

I’m about to tell the three of them to go deep-throat a cactus when Maddie slowly unzips her jacket. Underneath is one of Rico’s old Trifecta shirts—the one with our girl’s sexy ass on it and the words Property of Bella Blackwood blaring in bright red font.

The air leaves my lungs when the other two unzip in sync, revealing matching shirts.

“What the hell is this?” I ask, my brow pinched.

Maddie meets my eyes and runs a hand through her long blonde hair. “Rez told us what happened,” she says, her voice soft and not nearly as grating as it usually is.

I don’t speak. Just stand there gaping at the three of them and probably looking like a damn moron.

“The Revs and The Trifecta may hate each other,” she continues, “but no one deserves this. We can resume the rivalry once you get your girlfriend back.”

She peels off her jacket completely and carefully folds it over her arm. “Until then, we’re all here for you.” She steps back with a calm nod.

“For Bella.”

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Halftime

Cade and I are in our seats on the front row with Briggs planted next to me. Across the floor, Ellie, Haley and the rest of Legacy are moving into formation at half-court.

“Soooo,” August says from the other side of Briggs, finishing what has to be his sixth beer of the half. “Is it just me, or is it weird as fuck seeing El and Hales in plain, boring Legacy shit?”

“It’s not just you,” Cal agrees, just as lit.

“Why can’t we get those sexy Rico specials?” August slurs loudly, gaining him a quick glare from Javi. “I don’t like this.”

Briggs elbows him.

“Ow,” August grunts. “Fuck was that for?”

“You know why, jackass,” Briggs grits. “Just shut up and drink your beer.”

I huff a laugh. “Welcome to the Trifecta front row. Everything you ever dreamed of, right?”

Briggs pinches the bridge of his nose. “Switch me seats.”

“What for?”

“Because I ain’t about to get on El’s bad side and get the cold shoulder on an eight hour flight for causin’ a scene.”