Chapter 19: Court Tease
The ball hit concrete with a sharp clap. Game on.
Ten minutes. One court, no refs, no calls, no mercy.
Jinzo took point for Blacklist, flashing a toothy grin like he was starring in his own highlight reel.
His dribble was all show, fast crossovers, behind-the-back spins, even a no-look fake pass he didn’t need.
The locals bit hard early. First move, he faked a bounce off Nia’s thigh, slipped through two defenders, and slammed a flashy hook pass to Jaz, the amazon girl, under the rim.
BOOM.
The backboard rattled.
"First blood!" Jinzo barked.
Jaz jogged back with that stone-faced look, her massive chest bouncing like a double threat. No one could touch her.
She shoved boys off screens like flies, chased fast breaks with terrifying speed, and snatched rebounds so hard the ball squealed.
Every step she took, the court felt smaller. Her sweat was starting to mist.
"She’s a fuckin’ truck," a girl whispered from the sidelines.