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Chapter One

Lachlan

I pulled a pair of sunglasses overa bloody hangover Fuck, it probably didn’t eh the revolving door and threw a hand toward the sky to block the glare from the sun

Shit Rio was a fucking sauna

“Bloody hell,” I grumbled

The bus gushed with a puff of diesel exhaust I coughed and tossedto the stadium with us for practice, while the other would be delivered to our rooe

Since when did South American winters include a massive heat wave?

“Lach, nice of you to show” I heard the wanker’s voice before I saw his s face

I scowled at Alex Conley “What the fuck do you care?” I spit

“Didn’t say I did”

He was dressed in a full three-piece suit His hair was slicked back and his face was clean shaven I could s off of him Did he think ere headed to a photo shoot? Prick He turned his back to me and climbed on the bus Even his shoes were shiny I looked down at my trainers

Ever since the teaht as if ere still rivals, not teaaood of the country” didn’t apply when I had to share colors with that arse There would always be bad blood between us

My phone buzzed I pulled it from the back pocket of my jeans and wiped the screen clean with my T-shirt to read the first alert that popped up Fuck My nah the posts before shoving the cell in ain

I was the last one on the bus and took a seat in the back as the driver closed the doors and the wheels jerked forward I keptaboutpress had followed me everywhere I went