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“Listen you sorry piece of shit. You’re not a Stallion. Stallion men don’t sexually exploit or abuse women. And I want every copy of the tape you have of Becca.” I’m a few inches taller than him but he is jacked so I press my chest against his. “And I want to know who the guy filming was.”

“Fuck off, Basilio. Or should I call you the Godfather?” He snaps back a satanic laugh.

“You better believe I know people that can fuck you up. My lawyer will be in touch. And I guarantee that my lawyer costs more than your measly little contract.” I grab his shirt, curling it into my palms. “Don’t contact Becca. Don’t even look in her direction or they’ll be wiping your ass off the floor.” I push him away as I let go. My teammates are standing behind me. His teammates gather listening. I can see the distrust in their eyes. No one is on his side.

Madden looks around and says, “Whatever man. If you want a slut, you got one.”

Just when I’m about to pummel his face until it’s black and blue, Becca appears in my line of sight, closing in on me fast. “John, don’t.”

The last thing I want is to traumatize her more and this disgusting human being doesn’t deserve our attention so I drop my arm and grab Becca’s hand. “Let’s go Sunshine.”

I lead her into the empty locker room and let the fourth string Rattlers take care of him. I change quickly knowing my girl promised to prove to me how I’m hers. All hers. And she is mine.