Chapter 157 What Just Happened?



[PRESENT]

With a confused look on his face, Damon watched as Brian stormed off. "What the hell was that all about?" he asked himself in a confused voice.

Behind him, the rest of Team Whittier caught up, noticing the commotion.

"What just happened?" Dylan asked as he ran up next to Damon.

He was interested and amused. "That guy looked like he was about to throw hands or cry." "Maybe both."

Felipe chuckled lightly, though his expression was more curious than anything. "Was that Brian? Man's been on edge ever since Logan got taken out."

Damon just shook his head. "Yeah, but still... he's blaming the wrong people. I was the one who knocked Logan out, not anyone else."

Miles crossed his arms, leaning back against the doorframe as he stared in the direction Brian disappeared. "Guy's got some serious issues. Maybe losing runs in the family."

Dylan snorted, "Yeah, he needs to chill. His brother lost, it happens."

Damon was quiet for a moment, still trying to make sense of what had just happened. Brian's anger had been so misdirected, so irrational.

Sure, Damon expected some bad blood, but to take it out on the wrong people?

Felipe clapped Damon on the back, "Hey, don't sweat it. Dude's probably just losing it. We got bigger things to focus on."

Even though Damon slowly nodded, he still thought the whole thing was odd.

He said, "Yeah... you're right," but his thoughts kept going to Kofi, who had been sitting nearby with that smug grin on his face.

Something wasn't adding up.

The group went back inside the house, and the strange event became less important as they got ready to relax.

But Damon couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Brian's outburst than just his brother's loss.

As Team Whittier entered the villa, Damon spotted Kevin sitting on the couch, looking tense.

Damon, curious about the earlier commotion, approached him while the rest of the team settled in. "Ayy bro, Kevin," Damon called out, "what's up with Brian? What's going on with him?"

But what really piqued Damon's interest was the argument between Brian and Kevin. Why was Brian blaming Kevin? And what the hell led him to accuse Damon of cheating?

Whatever happened must've gone down while Team Whittier was on their fishing trip.

But if this was something Brian had been suspicious of all along, wouldn't the drama have started the night they got back from the fight?

Damon replayed the events in his mind. Brian called Kevin a snake... and then accused Damon of cheating.

Was Brian suggesting that Kevin leaked information? Was there something else behind the scenes that Damon wasn't aware of?

He tried to piece it all together, but none of it made sense.

What possible link could there be between Kevin and him that would make Brian come to that conclusion?

Before he could think about it any further, the guys in his team started chatting and cracking jokes.

They noticed Damon deep in thought and asked him what was on his mind.

"Yo, Damon, you good? You've been quiet since we got back," Miles asked, raising an eyebrow.

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Damon snapped out of it and gave a quick shrug. "Yeah, man. Just tired, that's all."

Felipe, sitting nearby, nodded. "Makes sense. That fight earlier, and all that fishing... no wonder you're wiped."

Dylan laughed, as he always does. "Man, I don't know what was harder, knocking out Logan or trying to reel in those fish."

Everyone chuckled at Dylan's comment, and the mood lightened up as the guys started talking about random things.

Miles leaned back and threw his hands up. "For real though, why do fish put up such a fight? It's like they know they're about to be dinner."

Felipe joined in, smirking. "Yeah, but it's more satisfying when you finally get one. Especially that monster Ivan pulled in. Thing could've fed a village."

Dylan grinned, shaking his head. "I'm telling you, it was rigged. Ivan probably bribed the fish to make himself look good."

More laughter followed as they kept the conversation light, talking about everything from fishing to food to the next round of fights.