Todos os capítulos de Extra Time With The Striker Brothers : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Voss“Ben… I am not in the mood for your little play, give me whatever news you have.”Looking over to Dante I raised my fingers signaling that he shuts up cause I know him too well, he might have grown a couple of pubic hair, but he was still 4 years old mentally.He folded his arms then looked away.“Well Mr Solana, good news, I told the company that you wouldn't be able to meet up with their deadline and they have to give you a week if they want you specifically on their ads.”“And?”“Well that's the good news cause they agreed, and their payment plan still remained they would be paying five million for a one minute video.”‘Nice what else?’‘Well time for the bad news, Coach Xavier is sick, and I asked his assistant who called me to inform me about his illness, I think it might be cancerous.’My heart skipped.“Damn it…”‘Yes real bad news, I wanted to tell you when you come back given this is the season of celebration but then again, it's in his lungs, and we don't know how long

IvyI was still with Zel on the phone when I was done dressing and was prepared to leave.“So you have to promise me something.”Walking out of my room and preparing to end the call the moment I reached the stairs, I said, “You know I don’t do promises.”“Yeah, right. But I want you to promise me you wouldn’t let Dante see you cry, okay? I know you cried a little already. It’s obvious in your eyes. You might powder your face, but it’s easy to tell when you are sad.”I scoffed.Of course it’s easy to tell I am sad. Voss too could tell when I was sad, so why can’t Dante?Why do I have to physically fall apart before he notices and then makes an attempt to make amends? If I didn’t know his medical records already, I would say he’s autistic.“Fine. I am not that gullible, Zel. I mean, the man doesn’t even know I love him.”Love?“Well, that’s true. I trust you. I just want to make sure you are alright. You know I love you, right? You are my little girl.”I rolled my eyes to her absolute r

IvyHe descended down the stairs, then walked toward the table.He didn’t look up. He just kept looking everywhere else but the table, and I could not be any more grateful than I was to know he hadn’t caught eye contact with me yet.Secondly, I wanted to get the hell out of the table.Papa Solano was not exactly the greatest small talker. He talked pretty well, but that was all there was to it. He wasn’t the kind to engage in small talks.When he got closer to the table, his eyes finally met mine, and he didn’t do as much as crack a smile. He just pulled out a seat.“Welcome, Ivy Hart.”As I said earlier, he was the older version of Voss. Terrifying, and then the attitude of calling one by their full name. I bet if my name was longer, he would call all of them.“Hello, Papa Solano.” I smiled warmly at him.His eye contact lasted approximately three seconds between calling my name and taking note of me before he turned away to the workers.“Have everyone by the table immediately.” He t

IvyI sat there for a second too long, trying to figure out if I'd actually heard him right. Voss didn't seem to need my reaction at all. He picked up the serving spoon and dropped a generous portion of rice onto my plate before I could say a single word about it."You like it?" he asked, already reaching for his own fork like the question had been rhetorical from the start.I could have told him to stop. I could have said something loud enough to shut the whole table down and put an end to whatever game he was playing at my expense.Instead I picked up my fork, because I knew exactly what he was doing, and some petty part of me didn't mind watching it work on Dante's face in real time.Dante's knuckles had gone white around his own fork."Look at them," Cairo said, absolutely delighted with himself. "Nobody would ever guess they hate each other, would they?"Nobody bothered to correct him.We ate in a silence that felt heavier than it should have for a meal this good.The tension at

VossShe was a cat person.I made a mental note of it, now added to the little things I have been able to observe about her likes and dislikes.I also made a mental note to look up what it actually meant, whether there was something to the theory that cat people and dog people carried different temperaments, different needs.I'd never cared enough to check before I have ever only heard of it, maybe it will help me know her a little bit moreIvy kept talking, hands moving as she described the exact way Mr. Puddles demanded to be fed at six in the morning, how he refused to eat unless the bowl sat in a very specific corner of the kitchen, how he'd once knocked an entire glass of water off her nightstand out of what she swore was pure spite.And between her rambles about the pettiness of her cat I was watching her face.The way it lit up talking about an animal that did nothing but eat and sleep and demand attention on its own terms, the way her hands moved when she got excited about som