Kane’s POV
I feel like death, all I want to do is crawl back into bed, but after kicking my teammates out of my apartment and trying to clean up, I find I have less than two hours before practice.
I drag my ass into the shower, hoping that the water will somehow wash away not only the grime but the hangover I’m fighting, what the f.uck was I thinking? I am a twenty eight year old man, I am past getting into this type of f.ucking state.
Stepping out, I dry off and tug on some jeans and a shirt before making myself a to go coffee in my travel mug, and head out of the apartment. I call up a cab, not trusting myself behind the wheel right now, a guy in his fifties screeching to a halt in front of my building minutes after I exit the building.
I hear shouting, and glance to my right at a gr
