Page 113 of Pulled From Both Sides
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He lifted his chin, then nodded. He’d done it, the championship.
Balta grinned at him, held up two fingers and winked.
The cameras came, and the check and the trophy. All he could think about was the promise of after.
The way Balta would remind him that he was still one championship behind and make him laugh with wickedness, Joa would rub his shoulders, sit in his lap and kiss him until his world melted.
Thinking about that managed to keep Raul smiling even when his English failed him in front of the camera.
He remembered the only words that he needed to.
“I am champion. Now I go home to be family.”
Him and Baltazar and Joaquim. Together.
