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LEONARDO'S POV

I squinted as the bright lights of the stadium flooded my vision. The roaring crowd was deafening as I stood there, helmet in hand. I glanced over at Tristan, who had his arm around my shoulder.

"Man, I can't believe you talked me into this," I muttered to him, shaking my head. "You damn well know that I'm a fighter, not a football player, Tris."

Tristan laughed, clapping me on the back. "Relax, Leo. You've got this. Just think of it like a fight. Tear them down as you do in the cage."

Oh, all I wanted was to win to prove my place. That was what I thrived for in life. To win. To conquer. I worried for them more than I worried for myself. They might break a bone or two because of me. I was used to fighting one-on-one, not in a group of eleven. The gazes of the opposite team were on me alone, fear lingering behind their eyes. I wasn't surprised – I towered over most of them, my muscular build and scars a testament to my years spent in the cage. Additionally, the gossip t