LUCAS’ POV
The championship win still buzzed in my veins like electricity. My body was sore. My shoulders were heavy, but the adrenaline refused to leave. Being captain meant I couldn’t just crash on my bed and shut the world out. No, there was an after party, and I had to show face.
I had to smile, nod, act like I was on top of the world. That was part of the job.
The truth? I wasn’t in the mood. Winning was great, but it felt… hollow.
“Yo, Cap, you riding with us?” Kevin leaned out the window of his car, grinning. I could see the smoke already curling out.
I sighed and tugged my bag higher on my shoulder. “Yeah. Give me a second.”
Sliding into the back seat, the smell hit me first. It was the smell of weed, cologne, leftover fries. The guys were already loose, loud, passing a blu
