Chapter 162

Sullivan

"Pass the fuckin' ball, Ransom." I hold my hands up, showing I'm open. He glances over at me, trying to find a place where he can do as I've asked. He's being double-teamed by Cutter and Devante.

"Whatcha gonna do now?" Cutter talks shit to his brother. "We're all on you like white on rice."

"Get a new analogy." He lobs the ball over his head, about as far from me as he can get.

Since they're both surrounding him though, it allows me to make a break for it, but so does Tank, who's on their team. I see him diving for it, so I do the same, knowing I'm taller than him and have longer arms. We hit the hardwood floor together, but I manage to tip the ball in favor of my team.

This will fucking hurt tomorrow, or maybe even tonight, but I can't deny how good it feels to get physical on the court. This is something I needed, especially after having to deal with Frank Gentry.

The two of us push ourselves up on shaky arms.

"You alright?" he asks, bending over at the wais