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“Even if I was, AJ, I don’t care,” I say and AJ goes from looking terrified to confused. “And neither do they – the most important people in this.”
I point to the door. In walks the New York Nailers special team’s unit. All geared up. Following them is the offensive line. And the defensive line after that. All suited up in their pads and holding their helmets. With a grim expression towards the press.
All standing around the room, stoically showing support for their teammates. All declaring to the world that they didn’t care what we did in the privacy of our bedrooms, as long as we were good people.
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bsp; That’s right. I did some advance planning. Think Colt could have pulled this off? This is classic Ethan Blake.
What? I like the guy, but let’s keep it manly, huh? I’m still gonna bust his chops whenever I can.
Don’t believe me?
“Ladies, and gentlemen,” I say. “Let me show you what I really want to do with Colt.”
For the first time in his life, Colt’s eyes open up in surprise as I grab his hand and pull him a few steps closer to me. I hold his face and bring mine closer and our lips meet as I kiss him.
He’s surprised. He should be. But in a moment, he relaxes and his mouth opens.
Our tongues dance as our eyes are closed.
I can hear clapping and applause from the room. I can hear whistles from my team. I can feel flashlights.
But for once, I don’t care.
It’s several moments later that we pull apart. I look over to Julianna, and she looks like she could take her clothes off and fuck right now. It’s not noticeable to anyone else - only to me.
I turn around to the audience.
And now for the metaphorical trump card, as they say. As if this wasn’t enough.
“And, AJ,” I say again and reach into my pocket, pulling out my phone and hitting play on the voice recorder and holding it to the microphone. Larry Summers’ voice comes on and I look out at the group as he speaks, “AJ has the whole thing planned out and there is an exit strategy for you, Ethan,” Larry says. “He doesn't want to take you down. Just that cunt bitch Julianna that thinks she can do a man’s job and own a team.”
The room explodes. Literally people are out of their seats.
AJ falls back to his seat and looks like he just got hit with a MAC truck. I hope he doesn’t have a heart attack or something. I want him to be alive for what’s coming next.
“Is Larry Summers still here?” I ask, trying to be heard over the commotion, but it looks like the guy has quietly left.
No one is listening to me. They’re swarming AJ.
There’s a momentary lull where Larry’s voice gets through over the microphone, “AJ thinks if you play along then that bitch’ll be out on the street having her pussy licked by the hobos in a week, tops. And you’ll have the entire contract to yourself once they kick Colt out too.”
Ever hear about pouring gasoline on a fire?
Yeah, that.
Only worse.
I take a moment to admire my handiwork and then look over at Julianna and Colt. She looks at me and smiles.
“Come on, guys,” she says to each of us and wraps her hands in ours. “Let’s go win a game.”
I don’t think the media folks even realize as we walk out the door, heading out into history.
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