The van bumped along the city streets, heading back to the hangar after the wild match and even wilder shower room action.
The Blacklist team was packed inside, and the air felt heavy, like a storm about to break. Tension filled every inch of the space.
The guys, Drex with his bulky arms crossed, Mac slouched low in his seat, and the substitutes fidgeting nervously, kept shooting dark looks at Nash.
Their faces were tight, jaws clenched, eyes full of jealousy that burned like hot coals. They had heard the screams and moans from the shower, seen the girls come out all flushed and clinging to Nash.
It crushed them.
"How does one guy get all that?" one sub whispered to another. Mac just grunted, staring out the window, his fists balled up on his knees.
It wasn't fair to them, they were in the team with the promise of getting women, but it all revolved around one man.
