Chapter 335: Rat Today Bitch Tomorrow
The Dust Dogs training ground didn’t look like anything anymore. The floor was covered with crushed beer cans, dirty athletic tape, and pieces of lockers that had been punched in.
In the middle of this disaster, sitting in a brand-new wheelchair, Vargas looked like a corpse. Frank’s men hadn’t done things halfway: both of his legs were wrapped in massive casts, broken clean under the knees. His face covered in cold sweat and nervous tics, he spent his time screaming at everyone, spit flying from his mouth, dumping the shame of the match on his own troops.
"You ruined me! You’re all fucking useless!" Vargas screamed, frantically hitting his armrests. "Tylo, Roam, and that bitch Saya. All of you, you just stood there like vegetables watching me?! The team is dissolved, you hear me?! It’s over! You’re all going to end up on the street!"
The few remaining players were insulting each other. Roam, his jersey torn and his eyes bloodshot, was pacing in circles like a madman, ready to jump down the throat of the first person who spoke. It was total chaos, the agony of a pack without a leader.
That’s when the door opened.
Everyone froze. Saya walked in.
The contrast shut Vargas up instantly. She had nothing left of the broken, filthy girl who had been crawling in the parking lot a few hours earlier. Nash and Victoria had taken care of her. She was wearing brand-new, perfectly clean clothes, a designer jacket that smelled of expensive perfume, and her hair was impeccably washed and styled. She looked like a high-society queen who had gotten lost in a gutter.
The Dust Dogs stared at her, first completely caught off guard, then a massive rage rose in the court. Vargas pointed a trembling finger at her.
"You... dirty whore! You only show up now?! You skipped the match, you abandoned us! It’s your fault Frank did this to me!"
Saya didn’t even bother looking at him. She just stood in the middle of the court, completely indifferent to the insults. With an almost insulting calm, she raised her right hand to examine her perfectly manicured and polished nails, blowing on them as if she were alone at home. Then, with a smooth gesture, she pulled a brand-new luxury smartphone from her pocket, letting it shine under the artificial daylight.
For Roam, that was too much. This quiet arrogance pushed him completely into mad rage. He charged at her, his face twisted with anger, and screamed right in her face, spit flying:
"What the fuck are you playing at?! Who do you think you are with your rich-bitch clothes?! Where were you while we were getting raped on the court, huh?! Say something, damn it!"
Faced with her contemptuous silence, Roam swung his arm and slapped Saya’s hand hard. The luxury smartphone smashed heavily at her feet with a sharp crack.
A dead silence fell over the group. No one was breathing. The players stared at the scene, tense. Saya didn’t move a single millimeter. She just slowly turned her head toward the place where the phone had shattered, then brought her eyes back to Roam. A small, mocking, superior smile appeared on her lips.
"Ah..." she said in a soft, drawn-out voice. "Now he’s going to have to buy me another one."
"Shut your mouth! Are you fucking with me?! You’re nothing but a slut!"
"Look at yourself," Saya continued, looking down on him, her tone getting more and more cutting. "You’re acting like an animal in a cage. You scream, you break things... It’s pathetic. No wonder everyone walks all over us and we’re the joke of the Underground with a captain as pathetic as you."
Roam saw red. The veins in his neck almost exploded.
"You’re the one saying that?! You?! The biggest cum dump in the world! The public toilet of the league is you! Everyone turned you over in every motel in the city, Saya! You’re nothing but a hole to dump cum in!"
Saya frowned slightly, hit where it hurt, but she quickly put her superior mask back on, carving her smile into Roam’s brain.
"Maybe," she murmured, slowly bending down to pick up her damaged phone. "But that makes you the king of cucks, Roam. Because while the others were having fun with me, you were there crying like a powerless baby."
"You fucking bitch!"
Roam threw himself at her with the fury of a possessed man. He slammed into her full force, throwing her violently against the concrete floor. Saya let out a cry of pain when her back hit the hard ground, but Roam was already on top of her. He straddled her thighs, pinning her arms under his massive knees. His dirty hands grabbed the collar of her new jacket and tore it open with one hard pull.
"Bitch, you think... you think you’ve become someone, bitch?! You’re still a whore, Saya! A fucking bitch! I was nice to you, you dirty slut, I looked the other way, but trash like you... you’re just here to empty balls! I’m going to remind you of your place right now!"
Saya panicked for real. This wasn’t an act anymore. She started fighting with all her strength, shaking her hips, screaming and trying to scratch Roam’s face. But he was too heavy. With one hand, Roam savagely ripped open his own belt and pulled out his cock, hard from pure rage. With the other hand, he grabbed Saya’s skirt, yanking it like a savage to expose her, forcing his aggressive cock directly against the fabric of her panties.
"Stop! Get off me, you psycho! Get off me!" Saya screamed, turning her head in every direction, feeling the brutal pressure of his flesh against her underwear.
The other players didn’t stay indifferent this time. The raw violence of the scene made them react.
"Hey, Roam, stop your shit! Let her go, this is too much!" Tylo shouted, stepping forward.
"Get the fuck out of here! She’s my girl, I do what I want!" Roam screamed without stopping, trying to pin Saya’s legs so he could force his way in.
It was finally Rin who settled it. Coming from behind, she cocked her leg and unleashed a kick of unbelievable force, her sports shoe smashing right between Roam’s balls.
The sound of the impact made everyone grimace. Roam stopped dead. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He let out a high, choked groan before tipping over to the side. He collapsed on the concrete, curled up in a fetal position, clutching his crotch with both hands, groaning in pain like a beaten dog.
Saya got up immediately, breathing like crazy. Her hands were shaking as she fixed her torn clothes and wiped the dust off her new jacket. Her face was pale, but the terror quickly turned into black hatred. She looked at Roam crawling on the ground in his own spit.
"You... piece of shit!" she spat, kicking him in the ribs. "You’re so pathetic! You thought you could touch me?! You?! Look at yourself, you idiot! You can’t even touch a girl! You’re just a shrimp! Nash... Nash surpasses you in every single way, damn it! He dominates you, he steps on you, he’ll kick your dirty ass face, you imbecile! You don’t even have a quarter of his endurance or his strength. You’re nothing at all compared to him!"
Roam kept groaning, unable to answer. Saya then turned to the rest of the team, planting her proud eyes into those of every player, pointing her finger at them.
"And you? You’re no better. You spend your time complaining, blaming everyone else, but you’re incompetent. Your efforts are worth nothing, and your failures are pathetic to watch. You’re finished. Ah, that hurts, huh? Nash the shrimp, Nash this, Nash that, well here it is! Nash is THE superstar, and all of you are useless, weak pathetic, cowardly idiots... And the worst is this piece of shit!" She turned and gave another kick to Roam’s back.
Rin crossed her arms, spat on the ground, then threw at her:
"And you, you think you’re better maybe? You’re still the same rat as us, Saya. You just found yourself some clean clothes."
Saya let out a clear, loud laugh, a victorious laugh that echoed through the whole court.
"Oh yes I am, Rin. I’m a thousand times better than all of you put together. Because while you were crying and getting destroyed on the court like pieces of shit, I saved the Dust Dogs."
Everyone stared at her, completely confused and stunned. Vargas rolled a little closer in his wheelchair, frowning.
"What the fuck are you talking about, you crazy bitch? There’s no more Dust Dogs, there’s nothing left to save! I’m dissolving your shitty team!"
Saya smiled with all her teeth, savoring the effect before dropping her bomb:
"No, you fat disabled pig, you’re not dissolving anything. I’m taking command now, and this shitty team is going to play the next match nicely, and we’ll be the only ones to pull off the miracle that will bring the fans to our side."
Everyone looked at her like she was crazy. She smiled, then said delicately:
"I managed to get Nash in my pocket. He fell back at my feet. And we’re going to be the first ones to beat Blacklist."
A deep silence settled in the courtyard. Vargas remained frozen in his wheelchair, not that he had much choice, jaw hanging open, his eyes jumping from Saya’s brand-new luxurious jacket to Roam, who was still moaning on the concrete floor while clutching his crushed crotch.
Even Rin stopped chewing her gum, staring at Saya.
"You... you put Nash... back in your pocket?" Tylo finally stammered, his voice cracking as a cold drop of sweat slid down his casts. "How? You’re lying... You’re lying! It’s impossible! The shrimp hated us. He has to hate YOU! He can’t be that stupid! He’s got all the girls in the world, why the fuck would he fall back on you?!"
Saya let out a small mocking laugh, carelessly running a hand through her perfectly styled hair. She leaned back against a row of dented lockers, looking down at them like a queen visiting a slum.
"Because exactly, he has all the girls in the world... except the very first one he ever chased. He might be the best of the shrimps, but he’s still a stupid, sentimental shrimp who realized he fucked everyone... except the one who wounded his male pride," Saya sneered. "You men are so fucking dumb. You think the most important thing with a woman is your performance in bed. So if someone puts down what’s between your legs, you get so desperate you want to prove them wrong. Nash has everything, yeah, but the one who has everything is hungry for what he doesn’t have."
She crossed her arms, looking down on all of them with her superior little smile.
"You think the only way to get a man is to negotiate with your fists or your money. You’re incompetent. I’ve been working him quietly for weeks, in the background, tracking his movements, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. It was hard, yeah. The guy has a whole army of fresh meat around him now, and that bitch Ma... ’Victoria’ manages his schedule like a vulture."
She paused, taking a step forward to make sure every remaining member of the Dust Dogs was hanging on her words.
"But tonight, after you got completely raped on the court, I went straight to him," Saya continued, her eyes shining with a triumphant gleam. "I played the absolute victim card. I went to the luxury suite they’re renting in the Spires, I cracked, and I made myself look so miserable and ruined that he couldn’t help feeling that old pathetic pity. I told him I’d accept anything, any humiliation, any dirty job, just to get out of the shit. He fell for it immediately. He thought he was completely dominating me, using me like a submissive toy. That idiot didn’t even realize that while he was playing the big man, I was the one pulling the strings, subtly suggesting the exact option that saves our skins."
Vargas leaned forward, his tics starting up again.
"What option, Saya? Stop talking in riddles, damn it! I already said the team was dissolved!"
"Come on, you old pig. A disabled sheep can’t lead the flock. When you can stand up on your own like a 6-month-old you’ll get an opinion, okay? Anyway, here’s the thing: Nash is going to let us win the next match," Saya announced, a sharp smile stretching across her face. "He’s basically becoming my secret pimp. Every night I’ll go to him so he can take his revenge for me mocking his cock. Fine, it’s a luxury hotel and at least he’ll be alone. Beats your shitty fuck sessions. But it comes with another condition. He found out about the plan of the two idiots from his own camp who are leaking info and trying to sabotage him. He’s completely obsessed with destroying their lives and throwing them to the wolves. So I offered him a deal: we help him completely annihilate the careers and reputations of those two rats, and in exchange he fixes the match and lets the Dust Dogs take the victory to rebuild our hype. The Dust Dogs become the first team to take down Nash Blaze, the sponsors get interested in us again, and we save our season. After that I negotiate the contract terms. If we play a bit well, other teams might be interested in us in case the team dissolves."
Tylo, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, suddenly frowned. He stared at Saya while tapping his chin.
"Wait a minute," Tylo muttered, his voice cutting through the ambient excitement. "Those two idiots... aren’t they exactly the two pricks from Blacklist you were plotting with a while ago? The ones you manipulated into leaking the Baby-Boom recruitment plan on the net?"
The other players looked at Saya, but Saya didn’t even blink. She didn’t give a single fuck. She simply rolled her eyes and let out a big disdainful sigh, waving her hand casually.
"Who gives a shit about those two losers, Tylo?" Saya spat, her voice cold and completely ruthless. "Yes, it’s them. I was in deep shit, so I used them to save my own skin. Never heard that if you want to escape a predator you throw him a piece of meat? Well, take notes, that’s how it’s done. Nash wants their heads on a pike, and I got a roof over my head and pulled this shitty team out of the gutter."
Vargas grunted. On one hand, it was too good, way too good. He had been ready to dissolve the team to avoid a season 2 with Frank, and this bitch was so fucking annoying... but on the other hand... if she was telling the truth... holy shit, he could just bet all the team’s money and even Frank’s and become a multi-millionaire.
"Well... I don’t know what to say, madam. Just... It’s magnificent... Right now, you really impress me. If we win this... If we really win this... Fuck, you know you’re the best? I so want to spoil you tonight... Good job, Saya. You remain a manipulative whore, but you’re our whore."
"I’m not your whore, you cripple," Saya simply smiled as she watched the remains of her team rejoice.