Days later, Lance woke to the sound of loud music blasting through the room and the thick smell of cigarettes and drugs lingering in the air.His head throbbed.He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes as he looked around. Several men filled the room, some sitting on couches, others leaning against walls. They shouted over the music as they talked about football, fights, money, anything loud enough to match the chaos around them.Lance groaned quietly.Before he could even gather himself, Porto appeared in front of him.“Morning, boy. You look like shit,” Porto said, swaying slightly to the rhythm of the music playing from the speakers.Lance rolled his eyes and dropped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.“You’ve been so stuck in your own head that you haven’t even met the team properly,” Porto continued, lighting a cigarette.“I’m not interested in knowing you all,” Lance replied flatly.Porto let out a loud mocking laugh before turning to the rest of the room.“Guys! Introduce your
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