“What?!” Raphael and Dillon blurted out at the same time, their voices in perfect sync.
Adrian’s lips curled into a smirk as he glanced between them. In sync again. Interesting.
“It’s a fair deal,” Adrian said, spinning the basketball casually in his hands. “From what I can see, you’re a decent player. You said it yourself—you can handle your own. And with three of you up against just the two of us…” He shrugged. “Since my teammate here is apparently weak and cowardly—” he tilted his head toward Dillon without looking back—“this should be an easy win for you.”
Raphael folded his arms, skeptical. “And what do you get out of this?”
Adrian shrugged. “Nothing. I just don’t like seeing basketball used as an excuse to throw punches—literally.” His gaze flickered toward Raphael. “It’s a sport
