Chapters (48)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR ALEXA MARTIN’S PLAYBOOK SERIES
- Titles by Alexa Martin
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Epilogue
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“And I’m using this platform for the men who, like my dad, retired before 1993 and have been completely left by the wayside. These men who made the League what it is by playing their hearts out without any knowledge of the dangers we know about now. Without access to the insurance we players have now, without the pensions we have, they are suffering in silence. They have been dealing with the neurological issues we’re now taking steps to avoid, but without means to provide for themselves or their families. These men are dying and it is our job as players to fight for them. It’s imperative that I use my platform for a cause that means something to me. And that is to fight for the people who cannot fight for themselves.”
Whispers begin to roll through the crowd as they start to feed off the energy Quinton is bringing into the room.
“‘Put your money where your mouth is.’ That’s something else I’ve heard. And I’ve been thinking about that a lot, which is part of why the Quinton Howard Junior Foundation was created. I’m making a stance on the field, but tonight I want to tell you about my actions off the field. I brought all of you here hoping that you would open up your hearts and checkbooks to help me fight this fight. But I realized I have to lead by example, which is why I’m here to tell you that I will be donating my salary for this season to different charities whose causes support the mission of the Quinton Howard Junior Foundation.”
The whispers completely dissipate and I could hear a pin drop with how quiet the room is. Quinton was slated to make twenty-one million dollars this year and I’m not sure anyone thinks they heard him right . . . myself included. Out of all the things we discussed, this was not one of them.
“That’s my fuckin’ boy!” Donny—of course it’s Donny—jumps to his feet and breaks the silence.
It’s not even a second before everyone in the crowd has joined him on their feet, the applause and cheers causing the distressed wood beneath my feet to rattle with hope and energy and faith that this man, that Quinton, can not only lead the Mustangs, but everyone around him, to being better humans.