The Saint: A Mafia Romance by Ellie Isaacson

Author:Ellie Isaacson [Isaacson, Ellie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Write Me LLC
Published: 2022-03-23T18:30:00+00:00

15

JAEL

The ball fell through the hoop to a chorus of groans. Tyrone extended his hand to me where I’d fallen on my ass after the shot. I accepted his hand and he pulled me up, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“You’re scrappy. I like it.”

“I’d say so. We won the game because of me.”

“Ooooo.” Dion and Desmond both grinned our way, the ball tucked under Dion’s arm.

“You know she’s right, Tyrone,” Des chided. “You’ve been off your game all day.”

We’d played three times, and I’d only lost once. Once, when I had Tyrone on my team.

He ran a hand over his forehead, wiping away the sheen of sweat that’d built up over the course of the afternoon. “Just got other shit on my mind.” His gaze turned skyward, focused on the late afternoon sun.

Dion stepped up close, giving Tyrone a clap on the back. “I should probably get going. Ma’ll kick my ass if I’m not home to help with supper.”

“Same here,” Desmond said. “It was a pleasure beating your ass for once.”

Tyrone pointed his finger at Des’s face. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Oh, I won’t. Just savoring that it happened at all. I’ll have something to brag about once you make it to the big leagues.” He spread his hands out in front of his face, a faraway look in his eyes. “The day I beat Tyrone Martin at two-on-two.”

Tyrone gave a laugh, then shook hands with the both of them. “Get the hell out of here, or I’ll whoop your ass for real.”

“You’ll have to get in line.” Dion held up his cell phone, the screen lit up with an incoming call. He extended his hand toward me. “Jael. Good games today. Glad you stopped by.”

“Thanks for letting me play.”

The two of them headed over to the other side of the court, where Rolly was helping Gil with his free throw shots.

“You talk to Zeno lately?” Tyrone asked at my side, voice low enough it wouldn’t carry far.

I peered up at him, brow furrowed. “No. Why?”

He shrugged, keeping his gaze directed away from me. “He’s been calling to check in. Making sure Rolly’s not out here playing.”

“He’s not.” Even today, Rolly had hardly shot any hoops. Nothing that wasn’t to show Gil how to correct his shot. Nothing that would endanger his healing injury.

Beside me, Tyrone chuckled. “I noticed.” He quirked his brow. “Hasn’t been around since the last time you were here.”

Guilt ate at me. Rolly had always had friends growing up. He’d always gone out of his way to help them out, to be around them. And since I stepped back into his life, he’d stepped out of theirs.

Tyrone bumped my shoulder with the back of his hand. “Didn’t say that to make you feel bad.”

“You didn’t.” But he did. And it made me wonder what else I’d taken Rolly away from. “What’d you tell him?”

“That he hasn’t been playing ball.”

“That it?”

“Isn’t any more to tell,” he said with a shrug before he stepped toward Rolly and Gil.

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