Chapter 41

Dante's POV

I was full of so many emotions, my mind was still not over dad's attack and the argument I had with Olivia. But I pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. I had to win the postseason tournament this week

Coach blew his whistle, and practice began. He drilled me harder than usual, pushing me to my limits, probably because I had relaxed and added a few tons having been away for a week. A week was all it took.  I appreciated it, knowing that we had a reputation to uphold. Wexford had won the title four times in a row, and with me as the lead pitcher, I couldn't flop.

"Dante, you need to step up your game!" Coach yelled as I threw a wild pitch. "You're not looking sharp!"

I gritted my