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Chapter 66 Risky Play 

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POV: Kai

The weight of the basketball in my hands usually feels like home, but tonight, it felt like a ticking time bomb. Every bounce on the hardwood echoed through the empty campus gym, a rhythmic reminder of the mess I was currently dribbling through.

I leaned back, launched a three-pointer, and watched it swirl around the rim before spitting back out.

"Dammit," I hissed, the word disappearing into the rafters.

"Focus, Kai. Or is the scholarship student taking up too much headspace for you t
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