Dirty Pitch

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They tell me I may never throw a baseball again.

I took a bullet meant for the man I love, and woke up with my pitching arm in pieces and an ocean between me and everything I know.

Now I'm on the other side of the world, in a house full of Russians on a mountain lake the exact color of his eyes. I'm learning to hold a fork with the wrong hand. And every night at one in the morning, I watch my team keep winning without me.

He carries me up the stairs. He washes my hair. He swears he'll tell me every secret he's ever kept. Soon. Soon. Soon.

I'd give anything to pitch again.

I didn't know what he'd already given to keep me.

ARKAD

I told him we won. It was the first lie.

My uncle wants my empire. Someone in my own house is selling me. And the boy who stepped in front of my bullet believes his team is winning on its own.

I'll keep it that way if it kills me.

In our world a sworn bet is the only holy thing we have, and a man who cheats one doesn't live to see October.

I've already cheated. For him I'd do it every day until the end of the season.

This is the second book in The Pitch Black Series. Reading order:

Wild Pitch.

Dirty Pitch.

Perfect Pitch.