When I was younger, I occasionally traveled with the Gerhardts on the Fury’s road games, but we’d take their private jet. I often daydreamed about what it would be like to sit on the plane with the players. What did they do on the plane? Was it like any other plane ride and everyone kept to themselves? As I got older, I wondered if they had strippers and alcohol overfilling their glasses, a constant party.
I never would’ve thought that half of them play video games, four of them play cards, and the rest of them read or mess around on their phones.
“f*****g hell!” Ford screams, slamming his cards on the table.
I pretend to be reading a book. Maksim asked if I wanted to play, said he’d teach me, but I politely declined. Maksim and Aiden high-five and Ford shakes his head, sulking in his s
