9
EAST
“Do you have a f*****g death wish?” I asked after I set Ella back on her feet.
She blinked, took in the changing room, one of the only places with a hint of privacy in this s**t hole.
I didn’t look away from her as I kicked the door shut with my foot, the crowd noise muffled, but still loud. Rex wouldn’t delay the next fight unless someone shot up the place. Maybe not then. He had his eyes squarely on the money.
“I…”
My jaw ached from the punch. It had only landed because I’d been distracted. By her. By the guy’s arm around her shoulder and I’d been able to tell by the look on her face she hadn’t liked it
Jesus, she was here.
Holy f**k.
The thought of her in the parking lot alone, walking in alone, sitting in the stands all by herself…
I wanted to hit something all over ag
