Page 33 of Well Aware

Apollo had planned on doing the same for Court, but the week before the plan was set to take place, he’d been released. No build up. No indication that it was about to happen.

Just one day the guard came to his cell and said, “You’re out of here.”

He’d moved to the area anyway, hoping for a quieter life, desperate for a break from reality.

He’d bought the garage and had been working there ever since.

If it hadn’t been for his help over the last eight months, though, I didn’t think I’d be as successful as I was with the Cowgirls.

He’d been a great fountain of information, giving me any advice that I could think to ask for.

He’d helped me find players. He’d helped me trade players. He’d helped me figure out how to talk to the professional soccer league.

He’d pretty much been a lifeline.

One that I was about to bring even further into it with me. Oh, and somehow dig myself out.

“I need help.”

He picked up his Coke Zero and took a sip before turning to me, placing his back against the wall. “What’s up?”

I had no clue how to word this, so I figured…fuck it.

“I want you to buy the majority share of the Cowgirls.” I paused. “And the Condors.”

He blinked. “What?”

I rubbed at my temples with my fingers.

“When my mom and dad divorced, she got thirty percent of the company.”

He waited.

“My sister, brother, and I each have fifteen percent,” I continued. “My brother, my mom, and I are willing to sell you our shares for a hell of a steal.”

He leaned back, his brows furrowing. “But why?”

I scrubbed at my face. “We fucking hate the teams.”

“That still leaves forty percent, though,” he pointed out. “I’d still have to deal with your family, and to be quite truthful, Beau, all that you’ve shared with me makes me not want to deal with that hassle.”

I knew he would say that.

But I had a secret weapon that I knew might convince him.

“It wouldn’t just be my dad and Seraphina you’d have to share the teams with.”

His brows rose. “Because there’s one more person in all of this that also shares ten percent. With hers and yours, that would make you majority owner at seventy percent. More than enough to override any of her decisions with the board.”

“Who?” He frowned.

I grinned then.

“Charleigh.”

He look like I’d struck him.

Charleigh was my younger sister, Sonja’s, best friend.