Chapter 39He watched live from his hotel room, not in the stands. Sporting his Team USA shirt, socks, shorts, even underwear, he cheered them on, especially his brother and Ben. He’d put in a call, groveling, begging, pleading. “There has to be some way to stop that damned video from going public.”
In the end, he was told it was too late. It was already being promoted, with short, explicit clips all over the internet.
“You’re both gonna hate my frigging guts. How’s what I just fly home? Get out of both your lives forever?” he said to the TV screen, to the two most important men in his life.
