I most definitely am that too.
I bloody love violence. Ithriveon it.
And fights?
Hell yes.
I step into rings like my life depends on it.
The crowd erupts, and I realise I’ve stopped fighting altogether.
At this point, I do little more than make sure my face doesn’t get fucked.
The rest?
I don’t fucking care.
Plenty of people are about to lose money on me tonight.
And that’ll be a first, I might add.
But tonight is different.
My head is in a far darker place than usual.
Usually, I’m just fucked in the head and chasing the rush.
Tonight?
Tonight I need to feel something other than the weight crushing my chest, something other than whatever has wrapped itself around my heart and refuses to let go.
The bastard lands a hit to my head, and everything goes black.
Hope they have a no kill policy here.
Probably should’ve checked that before I let the cunt beat me into unconsciousness.
Chapter 33
Piper
I drive with my heart lodged somewhere in my throat.
I know where he is. I asked Isaak, and he gave me an address.
I didn’t have time to explain. Not that I could have explained even if I’d tried.
What would I have said?
That the man I’ve been sleeping with, the man to whom I gave my virginity all those months ago, the man I snuck around with and somehow started to fall for, found out I’m married?
That he asked if I’d been fu—
I swallow back the tears.
Fucking my husband and him...
He asked who I was cheating on.
