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Chapter 23
Sarah, 32 years old
Bora Bora
Ten Years Later
Sass and Mace’s wedding was a joyous celebration filled with love, happiness, and laughter.
My friends married in a secluded resort, and it was a good thing they flew in everyone because the tabloids were relentless.
I was damn glad I wasn’t in Sass’ shoes and marrying into MMA royalty. Paparazzi were such a pain in the ass, I’d have shot them dead by now.
Besides that minor setback and the huge security it entailed, everything had been perfect. From my friend’s beautiful dress to the all-white wedding venue, and little Ryu’s crown of flowers on top of her mop of hair.
So why was I so out of it?
Was it because seeing my friends be so open with their love made me realize I was watching my life pass by?
After all, I’d given half of my existence to the Guild and Gabe’s plan, and what did I have to show for it?
Nothing.
Here I was, twenty years later, still a puppet for the American Guild.
Seeing Eric again after all these years split my soul in two.
After our last encounter in Seville, I made sure our paths never crossed because it took me years to get over it, and I couldn’t afford to be broken-hearted every time I saw him.
I hadn’t been prepared to be this close to him again, nor did I like seeing him pretend he barely knew me.
That he was doing it because he had to, didn’t lessen how angry I became when the woman whispered sweet nothings into his ears. So, when the moron smiled back at her seductively, I snatched the first man I could find and flirted.
A couple of minutes later, Luke and I left the room to get some air. And lo and behold, who grabbed my wrist just as I was about to make my excuse?
“Where are you going?” he thundered before giving Mace’s fighter a dirty look.
“What the fuck, man?”
“She’s my woman. Now, beat it, chump.”
“It’s all right, Luke. You can go. I’ll take care of this.”
“Are you sure?” he asked skeptically. He clearly didn’t want to be in the middle of this, but neither did he feel right leaving me alone with a potentially violent man.
I appreciated the sentiment even though it was unnecessary. Egghead would jump off a cliff before he hurt me.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” The fighter didn’t have to be told twice and left us alone.
“You done hitting your chest like a gorilla?”
“No.”
“What an original comeback. Did you think of it yourself, or did you need help?”
Was yours truly being sarcastic? Never.
“Shut up. You don’t get to make snarky remarks at me after what you just pulled.”
