~ENZO~My father walked into the kitchen while I was grabbing a drink. He didn't even bother with a greeting. He never did when he was angry. He clearly hadn't gotten over our last argument. "During the next game at the end of the week, you need to do better than the last one if you want to make this family proud," he said, voice firm and expectant. "Scouts will be there again. I've already spoken to a few of them. They're watching you closely, Enzo. Don't embarrass me."I felt the irritation flare up instantly. I was already frustrated with everything happening with Lexi—I'd hurt her, I couldn't stop wanting her and I was lying to her brothers every single day. And now my father was here, piling on more pressure like it was nothing. "I played fine," I muttered, not in the mood for this. "We won, didn't we?"His eyes narrowed. "Winning isn't enough. You missed that tackle. You hesitated. That's not the Rivera standard. Your brothers never let distractions get to them. You need to fo
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