Toni's P.O.V

"Toni," Iker nudged me. "Coach Carlo is a bit disappointed in your performance today." 

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit distracted." I shook my head.

"Who could've guessed that one?" He joked. 

I rolled my eyes at him. "Anyway, I'm going to Valentina in her office,"

"Did she tell you anything?" He lowered his voice.

"I can't talk about it yet," I shook my head.

"That's unfair," He twisted his lips.

"I promise I'll explain later." I said before leaving him. 

I made my way to her office and rudely barged into her office. "Kroos!" She hissed at me. 

"Casillas," I smiled. 

"Get out, knock, then come in." She ordered.

I shut the door with my foot and shook my head. "Who do you think you are to order me around?"

A frightened look flashed on her face for a moment. "Leave," She attempted a firm tone.

"The way you'd leave mid training back in Brazil to go meet with Jandro?" I spat.

"He was never in Brazil!" She protested.

"Stop bullshitting me!" I raised my voice.

"Stop imagining shit!" She raised her voice as well.

"Don't fucking play with my head the same you've been doing for two months." I spat.

Her face began transmitting its color into a fuming red shade. She started screaming at me. She repeatedly told me to leave, and that I was being ignorant and selfish. I was only thinking of myself and that I was pushing it with her. 

I couldn't help but smile at her. She was breathless from the endless shouting she did in the past two minutes. "What's funny?" She asked in a cracked voice.

"This; I'm here to help. You fucking stepped all over me, yet my hand was still extended. It was extended until this very moment. It was extended for so long that I fucking got the circulation cut off. But you're definitely on your own now." 

"Selfish." She repeated.

I burst into laughter. "How am I selfish if I've been trying to help you, for fuck's sake. You're impossible." I shook my head before leaving and slamming the door behind me. I heard her break down into a fit of sobs, but my blood was boiling.

Just as I left the building, I was greeted by Alejandro. He glared at me from up to down. "Filthy ass football players that are good for nothing."

"At least we don't make money out of fraud." I laughed.

"At least I'm good at it." He smirked.

"You seem to have forgotten my lawyer beat your ass in court the other day." I smiled.

"Your image in Germany has been defected. I think we can tell who actually won." A taunting snicker played on his lips.

"I'm not the one black mailing people into being with me." I chuckled.

A dark look washed over his face as his eyebrows furrowed. "She told you?"

"No, you gave it away," I winked. "I can't wait until everyone finds out how fucked up you are." 

"You don't get it, this is for her own good." He said through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, cool and Cris won't be the top scorer this season." I rolled my eyes. "You're so done when I find out this little game that has been ongoing for months."