Page 47 of Ruthless Ambition
“No.”
He laughed, and we shot the shit for a few minutes. “So, what’s really up?” he asked casually.
“Had a day,” I told him. “Needed to end the night on a high.”
“Well, I can tell you all my stats and all my targets from today’s training, but I think that may just help you sleep.”
“You’re crushing it,” I told him. “You happy to stay when it comes to the re-signing?”
He took a deep breath. “Yeah, I think so. Coach is good, he’s invested, he listens. May be hard if we lose any more of the offense, but I know why they’re going.”
“They want the ultimate trophy,” I said bluntly. “You should be too.”
“Already got my ring, man,” he said with glee.
“Yeah, I want you to get more than one. You worked too long and too hard to be a one-ring winner.”
“It’s one more than a helluva lot of others,” Jer joked.
“It’s three less than some,” I reminded him.
“Oooh burn,” he yelled. “You bitch, man, why you trying to hurt me?”
“Just keeping it real,” I teased.
“Okay, what happened in your day?”
As I told him, he laughed at Angel as he always did. She didn’t hate Jer like she hated the rest of us; they actually got along well. It annoyed me. But Jer was the one who took her away that night; he was the one who assured her she was safe to go to parties, and then he was the one who apologized when he found out I went all the way with the bet.
“I wish half the guys on my team had Angel’s balls,” he said with admiration.
Saying nothing, I told him about the situation in Massachusetts. Jer was all for carrying out revenge. Even though he didn’t partake in Mayhem anymore, he still approved of it.
“Wow, that’s low,” he said, and I heard him park his car. “Shit, man, sixteen?”
“I know,” I said grimly. “Hey, I have no shade for anyone who is sixteen and wants to get down and dirty, was doing it myself at that age . . . but it didn’t sit right today. He’s thirteen years older than her, stoned and a useless dick.”
“And the guy could drown in pussy if he wanted; he doesn’t need to be trawling for young girls.”
“Exactly, the puck bunnies would have gladly shared his bed.”
“Ugh, I think I lost my appetite. Wait a minute,” he said as I heard him shouting out his greeting that he was home. Silence met his call, and he came back on the phone. “She must be out with the kids.”
“She good?”
“Yeah, she’s perfect.”
“Uh-huh, and I meant the pregnancy.”
“All good. Fuck, she’s huge. I swear to fuck, Onyx, if this isn’t a boy, I’m getting a football player anyway.”
“Nothing wrong with that,” I told him with a grin. “How the hell do you have two kids and one on the way at twenty-eight?”
“My bullets are loaded.”
I snort-laughed as I relaxed back on my couch. “And now I’ve lostmyappetite.”
“When you coming to see me?” he asked as I heard a thump and knew he had sat down. “GM asked about you Saturday.”
