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“Crey sponsors his own fighters at the club, sometimes he even gets in the cage himself. Rumor has it, he plans to be in the cage tonight. If you enter the fight, you’ll be the underdog since you’ve been out of the scene for years. You could knock him out and clean him out in one go.”
“That won’t stop him from trying to come after Mila, though.”
“No,” Luca concedes. “But once you’ve beaten his sorry ass, I’ll handle the rest. There will be consequences for thinking he can make this deal without me knowing.”
“If I win. Like you said, I have been out of the scene for years.” I’m not really that worried, though. I have a powerful motivator to come out on top—Mila. I won’t let her down. But I want to hear it from Luca that he has my back. And his next words prove I shouldn’t have doubted him.
“I have faith in you. But should things take a turn, I have my . . . methods.”
“And you’re willing to help me just for old time’s sake?”
“Not exactly. I consider you a friend, yes. But more importantly, Crey has attempted to take a woman as payment in my club. He knows where I stand on human trafficking, and he thought he could slip this by under my nose. I’m looking forward to enlightening him about what happens to men who try to undermine me in my own house.”
I let out a dry chuckle. There’s the Luca I know. Perhaps marriage hasn’t changed him so much after all. “And what about her stepfather?” I ask.
“Right, you’ll be pleased to know that I have already secured Dennis Monk for you.”
Fuck!
Luca went above and beyond not only to get so much information for me in such a short time, but also getting the dirty little bastard for me, which can only mean one thing . . .
“What do you want? Friends or no, you wouldn’t go this far for me without expecting something in exchange.”
It’s Luca’s turn to chuckle. “You know me too well. With Crey and his fighters . . . indisposed, I’ll be without a headliner untilI can find a new one. That means lost revenue. I’ll help you with this, and you’ll work the cage for me until I can find another fighter to take your place,” the scheming mob boss says.
Son of a bitch.
“You asshole, I’m retired.”
“Well, it’s time to come out of retirement. Isn’t Mila worth it?”
I grit my teeth and squeeze my phone tighter, nearly cracking the screen. “You bastard. Fine. But I’m not agreeing to something as vague as that. I’ll give you one night in the cage in exchange for your help. After that, I don’t give a fuck if you’ve found another headliner or not.”
“Deal. Be at the warehouse in an hour.”
The call drops, and I resist the urge to slam my fist into the wall and scare the girl sleeping in my bed. Although I’ve been working out religiously, I haven’t been in a fight for a couple of years, let alone one in the cage with few rules.
“Fuck!” I growl, running a hand over my short hair. The thought of fighting Crey and whoever else thinks they have a chance against me doesn’t sound appealing in the least, but I don’t have a choice if I want to set Mila free.
“Gunner,” a small voice calls out to me, and I turn to find Mila standing behind me with fear written all over her face.
Fuck, she heard the phone call.
“Hey,” I whisper, stepping up to her and brushing the back of my hand over her cheek. “You don’t need to worry about anything. Go back to bed, and I will take care of it.”
“You’re not really going to do it, right?” I breathe out a sigh but don’t respond. “Gunner, you can’t fight for me. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“You don’t believe in me?”
“It’s because I believe in you that I don’t want you to fight. I know you’ll keep fighting however many men enter the cage until you’ve met Luca’s demands and won’t stop even if you get hurt.”
“I promised you I’d take care of this, Mila,” I say, brushing my lips against hers before she can protest. “Your stepfather is after money that was left to you by your dad, and I am not going to let anyone steal what’s rightfully yours or hurt you in the process.”
“Gunner . . .” she starts to argue, but I capture her mouth with mine in a desperate kiss, one that shoots straight to my cock. She whimpers, digging her fingers into my naked pecs as I trace her tongue with mine.
My dick is a fucking rod in my sleep pants and my balls ache with the need to spill my seed inside of her, to bury myself so deep, I’ll leave her swollen with my child.
“Fuck me, baby, I need to be inside of you,” I growl, backing her to the wall.
