'This has to be the longest Sunday ever,' Beanie said with a deep sigh in his room.
He nursed all sorts of plans to tranquillize Leo into submission, but nothing seemed as if it was the right plan.
'f**k,' Beanie muttered and lay on the bed in his hotel room at the Swiss. He was alone. Not even Blake was at his side anymore, and there was no one else he could talk to about his plight with Leo Golak, not even his nephew Gerald. Everybody loved Leo.
If there was any time that Beanie felt the most regret in his life, it was this time. How could he have gone after Leo like that? He should have thought of something else to pin Leo down with, not drugs: during an important tournament, for that matter.
How could he have been so stupid?
The idea of apologizing to Leo struck him, but Beanie
