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Miraculously?
I believe her.
“Thanks for not thinking I’m some major slut,” I whisper. “Um, you know, with Knox accusing?—”
She waves me off. “Don’t. It sounds like he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“He doesn’t.” So how am I going to convince him to throw the game?
We wait in the hallway while Greyson strides into the full locker room like he owns it, the open door releasing the low rumbling tide of twenty men conversing, and then silence again once it swings shut.
After a few minutes, Greyson, Knox, and Jacob appear.
Followed by Camden Church.
“What is it?” Knox demands.
I shake my head, my words stuck. It’s embarrassing to even say it to him, much less with three other guys staring at me.
He glances back at them, then draws me away. “Sunny. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“He hacked into the account I made to—to watch the bets.” My hand is shaking, the phone trembling as I hold it out to him. “That’s all my money, Knox. He bet everything.”
“On us losing,” he says, scanning it.
I can’t meet his eyes. “Yeah.”
He swears and turns away from me. I don’t know if he’s mad at me or the situation, or maybe a little of both, but he suddenly punches the wall.Hard. His knuckles smack into the painted cinder-block walls, and I cry out like he hit me.
I grab his wrist. His knuckles are busted.
The three guys surround us, Camden Church leaning in and pressing on one of his knuckles. Knox winces, and Church curses, too.
“You’re going to play with a busted hand?” Church asks.
Knox scowls.
“You were my only hope,” I whisper.
His hard gaze locks on my face. “I’m not losing against my brother, Aurora. You can’t ask me to do that.”
“I’m going to loseeverything,” I plead. “Knox, please?—”
“No.” He grips my shoulders and physically turns me around. “Go back to your seat. Don’t ask this of me.”
“I’m asking for help.” My voice is small.
He’s still at my back, his fingers digging into my upper arms. “I know. And I can’t do it.”
Okay, fine. “Go away, then.”
He exhales, but he doesn’t argue with me. Instead, he does just that, the door to the locker room banging shut behind him.
Once he’s gone, I face the others. I don’t like asking people for help. I don’t like depending on people, but honestly, I don’t know what else to do.
I look from Camden to Jacob. “Will you help me?”
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