Nash's finger landed squarely on Jinzo.
Jinzo's eyes widened.
"What?!"
Mac and Drex shot up from their bench in unison.
"The fuck?!" Mac barked.
Drex's jaw dropped, his broad shoulders hunching.
"You kiddin' me?!"
Nash said it casually, like he was commenting on the weather, leaning back with a shrug.
"Jinzo starts on the bench for this one. Annoying, right? But necessary."
Jinzo shot up like a spring, face red with rage, fists clenched.
"You're benching me? Me?!"
He complained verbally, voice rising sharp and bitter. He looked at Daliah, Victoria, but both women barely reacted.
He was alone, all alone.
He grit his teeth.
"You bastard! This is revenge! This is revenge for exposing you fucking Hina! You can't just—"
Nash brushed it off with a wave.
"Revenge or not, I have the power here. You're the bench. Deal with it."
It was too much for Jinzo. His fists clenched harder, veins bulging on his forearms as he spat the insult.
