Kane Hau Alexander's POV The bar was a goddamn madhouse. Bass thumped through the floor like it wanted to crack my ribs, and the air smelled like spilled beer, expensive cologne, and victory. I had my phone jammed against my ear, trying to hear anything over the noise. “How serious is it, Benjamin? I don’t have time for your bullshit right now.” I shoved through the crowd, shoulder-checking a couple of drunk fans who tried to clap me on the back. Hector, one of my teammates, caught my eye from across the room, lifting his drink in question. I just shook my head and jerked a thumb toward the door. He gave me a thumbs-up and turned back to the noise. Outside, the night air hit me cold and damp. The back alley behind the bar was quieter. The floor was littered with cigarette packs, and the wet sounds of people making out against the bricks were too obvious. I leaned against the wall and redialed the number that had called me. Benjamin picked up on the first ring. “Yo, Benjamin. I c
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