The crowd at the FC Dallas stadium erupted in a deafening cheer as the final whistle blew. Brace Donovan, sweat-soaked and breathless, raised his arms in triumph, his team swarming him in celebration. The 3–1 win against their long-time rivals was more than a score on the board—it was a statement. And for Brace, it was a necessary distraction from the chaos that had taken root in his personal life.
The victory high carried over to a nearby upscale club where the team, staff, and some selected guests gathered. Music pounded through the speakers, glasses clinked, and laughter spilled from every corner. But even in the thick of celebration, Andy Gates lingered in the shadows, eyes sharp and waiting. He hadn’t congratulated Brace. Instead, he watched his teammate down drink after drink, his s
