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Authors: Christine Bell
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grumbled, shaking his head at me. "The sooner we pick one, the sooner we get to have chicken pot pie."
Reid nodded, looking as pious as a priest as he stepped in and yanked us both toward him with an arm around our shoulders. "I forgive you both. Come on now, let’s hug it out."
He squeezed us both and, naturally, we tried to fight him off, but by the end of it, even Bash was smiling grudgingly.
“Now if you two fuckwads are done,” Reid patted his flat stomach and pointed up the stairs. “I'm starving."
He jogged up the steps, leaving me and Bash behind. I was about to follow but I stopped and locked eyes with my younger brother. "We good?"
He rolled his eyes at me but eventually, he inclined his head once in a curt nod. "We're good. But I want to know everything that's happening from this point forward. If he's screwing this up, we put our foot down and fight it out with him. As a family. Deal?"
"Deal."
It wouldn't come to that. I was going to go see Kayla, apologize for pushing her on the whole ladies MMA thing and get us back on track. As much as I'd protested at first, with her on my side, I felt I could really make my mark this year. Who knew? Maybe I'd look back at this as the best decision I'd ever made.
Stranger things had happened.
I took a quick glance at my watch. It was five-thirty on a Monday. There was a good chance she’d still be at the warehouse working, and if not, maybe I could get Mickey or his secretary to give me her home address, because she sure as hell wasn’t taking my calls.
“You go eat with your girl. I’ve got to go talk to Kayla. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
When I pulled up to the warehouse fifteen minutes later and saw her car in the lot, I had it all planned out. I was going to go in, tell her how much I wanted to keep working with her, and that, until or unless she was ready, we could drop the whole thing about her getting into the ring.
I still had high hopes she’d be willing to try it in the future, but we had a year to work up to it before she was out of my life. Suddenly, a year didn’t seem like very long.
When I reached the warehouse front door, I was relieved to find it still unlocked. Now, if I could get past the secretary, I’d be in good shape. If I got this far only to have her call back to Kayla and find out she wouldn’t see me, it would’ve been a tough blow to take. Luck was on my side, though, and when I passed the little reception office, the lights were off.
I made my way down the long hallway toward the rest of the offices, but voices coming from the open section of the warehouse caught my ear. I followed the sound, realizing the closer I got that one of the voices was Kayla’s.
When I reached wide entrance, I stopped in my tracks, anger and another emotion I didn’t want to name crashing over me like a tidal wave.
Kayla stood in the middle of the boxing ring wrapped in Mickey’s arms, the remnants of a romantic dinner all around them. Every instinct came roaring to life, compelling me to charge at him. Take him down and beat him until he was bloody for putting his slimy hands on her.
Then it registered that she was hugging him back.
Just as I was about to turn around and walk out…go somewhere and burn off the fury pounding inside me, she lifted her head from its resting place in the crook of his neck and drew back as she met my gaze.
“ Matty? What are y-”
"Are you fucking him?" I spat, wondering if I looked as disgusted as I felt and then realizing I didn’t give a shit. Just being around the guy made me want to take a shower he was so fucking slick, and to think of him touching Kayla made my skin crawl.
"Watch yourself, kid," Mickey muttered, his eyes going cold, like a snake.
"I'm not going to do this with you here. Go outside, I'll be there in two minutes and we can talk about this like adults, okay?" Her wide brown eyes pleaded with me, but I wasn't having it.
"We can talk about it right now. Are. You.
Reid nodded, looking as pious as a priest as he stepped in and yanked us both toward him with an arm around our shoulders. "I forgive you both. Come on now, let’s hug it out."
He squeezed us both and, naturally, we tried to fight him off, but by the end of it, even Bash was smiling grudgingly.
“Now if you two fuckwads are done,” Reid patted his flat stomach and pointed up the stairs. “I'm starving."
He jogged up the steps, leaving me and Bash behind. I was about to follow but I stopped and locked eyes with my younger brother. "We good?"
He rolled his eyes at me but eventually, he inclined his head once in a curt nod. "We're good. But I want to know everything that's happening from this point forward. If he's screwing this up, we put our foot down and fight it out with him. As a family. Deal?"
"Deal."
It wouldn't come to that. I was going to go see Kayla, apologize for pushing her on the whole ladies MMA thing and get us back on track. As much as I'd protested at first, with her on my side, I felt I could really make my mark this year. Who knew? Maybe I'd look back at this as the best decision I'd ever made.
Stranger things had happened.
I took a quick glance at my watch. It was five-thirty on a Monday. There was a good chance she’d still be at the warehouse working, and if not, maybe I could get Mickey or his secretary to give me her home address, because she sure as hell wasn’t taking my calls.
“You go eat with your girl. I’ve got to go talk to Kayla. I’ll be back in a couple hours.”
When I pulled up to the warehouse fifteen minutes later and saw her car in the lot, I had it all planned out. I was going to go in, tell her how much I wanted to keep working with her, and that, until or unless she was ready, we could drop the whole thing about her getting into the ring.
I still had high hopes she’d be willing to try it in the future, but we had a year to work up to it before she was out of my life. Suddenly, a year didn’t seem like very long.
When I reached the warehouse front door, I was relieved to find it still unlocked. Now, if I could get past the secretary, I’d be in good shape. If I got this far only to have her call back to Kayla and find out she wouldn’t see me, it would’ve been a tough blow to take. Luck was on my side, though, and when I passed the little reception office, the lights were off.
I made my way down the long hallway toward the rest of the offices, but voices coming from the open section of the warehouse caught my ear. I followed the sound, realizing the closer I got that one of the voices was Kayla’s.
When I reached wide entrance, I stopped in my tracks, anger and another emotion I didn’t want to name crashing over me like a tidal wave.
Kayla stood in the middle of the boxing ring wrapped in Mickey’s arms, the remnants of a romantic dinner all around them. Every instinct came roaring to life, compelling me to charge at him. Take him down and beat him until he was bloody for putting his slimy hands on her.
Then it registered that she was hugging him back.
Just as I was about to turn around and walk out…go somewhere and burn off the fury pounding inside me, she lifted her head from its resting place in the crook of his neck and drew back as she met my gaze.
“ Matty? What are y-”
"Are you fucking him?" I spat, wondering if I looked as disgusted as I felt and then realizing I didn’t give a shit. Just being around the guy made me want to take a shower he was so fucking slick, and to think of him touching Kayla made my skin crawl.
"Watch yourself, kid," Mickey muttered, his eyes going cold, like a snake.
"I'm not going to do this with you here. Go outside, I'll be there in two minutes and we can talk about this like adults, okay?" Her wide brown eyes pleaded with me, but I wasn't having it.
"We can talk about it right now. Are. You.
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