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“You really don’t know I’m fighting for Les?” I looked over at my twin, and he rubbed the nape of his neck and sat where I’d been before.
“Of course, but I didn’t think that’d be enough to get you back in the ring. You could have found another way,” Holly answered. “You still can.”
Yeah, and I could send Anna home to Kentucky, too . . .
“Donovan is threatening someone other than Les. Are you happy that you’re right? But after the fight in November this will all be over one way or another, and she’ll probably be gone from Ireland, anyway. Donovan gets his way and I can move on.”
Of course, if John offered Anna the job and she accepted, what would happen? Would Donovan continue using her? Or would he find another way to keep me in the ring?
“She?” Holly eyed me suspiciously.
I waved my hand. “Shit. Don’t worry. Can you please leave?”
“Why? So you can go pound out your problems?” Holly shook her head and disgust flitted across her pretty face.
“Give up. Please. I’m a lost feckin’ cause.” I turned my back, prepared to do exactly what she had predicted, but her voice gave me pause.
“I’m always going to have your back,” she said, her voice choking and breaking with emotion. I lowered my head, curling my hands into fists at my sides. I wanted to punch myself for what I was doing to my family. “I’ll never give up on you.” Her voice was a whisper in the air as I left the room.
* * *
“Adam McGregor. The one and only.”
I’d stepped out of the office to get some fresh air and fight a migraine that was starting to bury its way in my skull.
Or maybe it was my conscience yelling at me. Unwanted memories of my last fight five years ago with Owen, had been throwing themselves at the wall of my mind.
So seeing Frankie wasn’t what I needed today. “I didn’t think you went out in the daytime.” I bit into the sausage I’d bought from a street cart and continued to walk. The prick followed me, his voice a shrill noise over my shoulder, aggravating my headache.
“Congrats on your win last weekend. I didn’t think you still had it in you, but it’s good to know I won’t be fighting a complete pussy.”
Was that his idea of a compliment?
“Why the hell are you following me?” I stopped to face him but tried to remain cool. I shoved more food in my mouth to keep from slugging him right there in the street.
Frankie’s attention was on a woman who walked past us in flashy pink heels. Then he looked back at me. “I saw you and thought I’d offer my congratulations.”
“Yeah, sure. Sounds about right,” I remarked sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
I stepped to the side of the flow of people on the footpath and tossed the rest of my lunch in a nearby trash bin. I leaned against a storefront, my appetite gone with the bastard in my face.
He rubbed a hand over his jaw and stepped in front of me. He was way too damn close. Was he trying to start something on the bloody streets right now?
“How’s Les?”
“How the hell do you think he is? You know he didn’t belong in the cage with you.”
Frankie laughed. “Why should I give a shite about that?” He stepped back and slapped a hand to his chest. “I mean, you can’t talk, can you? What about that guy five years ago? Maybe you should look in a goddamn mirror.”
I wanted to lunge at him, to grab his leather jacket and rip him apart.
But he was right.
I had fecked up in my past, and now I was doing it again.
“Get out of my face, Frankie,” I grumbled.
He tipped up his square chin. “Looking forward to annihilating your sorry arse in November.”
