Preview of Illegal Formation
Coming April 1, 2025
I hated the offseason. Sure, the first couple of weeks were great, but I got tired of fucking around when I could be under center and running the offense down the field.
To make matters worse, my best friend, Evan Ellis, my ride-or-die, my go-to man on the field was off falling into icky love with the fucking governor of California. And I knew he was a goner when he dragged me to the governor’s house the day after they met.
I shuddered at the thought.
Relationships weren’t for me. Hookups were. And I was good with that.
At six-three, I wasn’t hurting for attention, but tonight I wanted something different. Something more like the drama on the field. God I missed football season.
So here I was, alone with nothing to do. Carson was off visiting his family, and Mason, my center, wouldn’t tell me where he was.
Fucker.
That meant I was left to my own devices. And that meant fuckery.
So shooting pool in Coronado it was. It was my thing, even though Evan thought he was better at it.
Pulling open the door, I strode into my favorite dive bar, The Slippery Squid. It was known for three things: someone always wanted to play pool, you could find a hookup, and there were people you could talk shit to. That was another of my specialties. Most of them were just as obnoxious as me.
I sat down at the bar, ignoring the ladies giving me the eye, and waited for the bartender. Swiveling on my barstool, it wasn’t long before I found who I was looking for.
My arch-rival.
The Joker to my Batman, but in fighter pilot form.
And I was going to push every button he had.