"Fuck you. I'm going through something."
"Sorry, Cap. But ..." He continues to chuckle.
"I'm so fucked," I tell him, shaking my head.
"Not necessarily. As long as nothing happens now that you know who she is, you'll be fine. But the two of you will need to take this to the grave," he warns me.
No shit. There is no way in hell I'm ever letting Pierre or Felix know what I've done to their little sister. "Nothing is ever going to happen between us ever again."
Sully gives me a look like he doesn't believe me.
Nothing can happen.Ever.
"Okay. Well, I'm beat." He gets up off the couch.
"You know where to go. See ya in the morning."
"You too," he says, walking away from the living room. "Hey, Cap?" he calls out. I look up at him. "Don't stress about it. Put it out of your mind. Especially as we have a game on Monday night."
"Thanks, Sully."
"Anytime, dickhead." He laughs, walking to the guest room.
I head toward my own room, but instead of cleaning up before bed, I grab my phone, lie down, and call my cousin.
He answers on the third ring. "Emmett? What the fuck, mate? It's three in the morning."
Oh shit. "I need to tell you something."
"It couldn't wait for another couple of hours. This’d better be good," he grumbles.
"Remember that girl? From the club in London."
There’s silence for a bit before he answers. "Yes. What about her?"
"I found her."
"What? How?" This has woken him up.
"She was at the party I was just at, in New York."
"What the hell is she doing in New York?" he asks.
"She's moved here."
"Fuck, man. What a small world." He chuckles. "I'm assuming it didn't go so well, because you're talking to me and not fucking her."
"Yeah. Shit just got complicated."
"How?"
"She's the sister of two of my teammates."
Silence.
"What the fuck, cuz?"
"I didn't know," I argue, trying to protect myself.
