"We're all so twisted that we can't see the good anymore."

Tripp:

Why did I agree to help an old teammate that I barely even trusted?

I wish I could tell you, but I was drunk and don't remember.

Regardless, I kept my word and stood in for Hunter on a date with his ex.

But unbeknownst to us all, she was a girl I already knew.

Already wanted.

So I couldn't help that sparks flew, and things went too far.

I didn't regret it either.

Tatum was the first girl that ever made me feel like I belonged in Miami.

Like I could have more than the lonely existence I thought I was destined for.

But Hunter wanted her back and revenge on me. Even going as far as targeting my soccer career.

Turning what was supposed to be a friendly assist into a twisted war.

And putting Tatum in the middle, forcing her to declare a winner.

Leaving me to decide how low I was willing to go to get what I wanted.

TROPES: sports romance, voyeur, love triangle, teammates's ex, twisty, dual POV

TW: blackmail, off-page SA