Chapter 32
The girl should be in law school.
Max hooked his thumbs in his pockets and leaned on the wall behind Oriana, pride swelling in his chest, his d**k swelling in his jeans. He’d always admired the way she trudged on despite Coach and her father’s efforts to drag her down, but her strength had gone into simply putting one foot in front of the other.
Freedom looked f*****g good on her.
Richter’s expression was that of a man being told his faiths were based on fairy tales. Not convinced, but he’d hear her out. “How exactly do you plan to ‘save’ my team?”
“The fans are loyal, right? They proved that when the bid was made for the team five years ago. But attendance has been going down because the team’s shown no consistency. You have some of the best players in the league, you shou
