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The three of us eat in an uncomfortable silence. Warren looks up at me every few minutes and I can’t help but feel like he’s got a million questions right on the tip of his tongue. But at no point does he say anything.
Well, not until we’ve finally finished.
“We’re going out tonight.”
“I—"
He silences me with a hard look. “Consider it an early birthday present.” A wicked grin tugs at his mouth, and suddenly, I’m not hungry anymore.
“That was some good shit,” Mitch says, draining a beer. “It’s good to have a woman back around the place.”
God, his words make my skin crawl.
There’s still some faint bruising around his eye from where Conner attacked him. I probably shouldn’t care more than I do. Mitch might be an alcoholic, but he stood by for months, watching and listening to his son beat and berate me. In my book, he’s just as bad. Maybe that’s why Warren’s mom left them all those years ago. She got out when she could.
Lucky her.
I collect up the dishes and start washing them. Warren sneaks up behind me, sliding his hands down my waist and grabbing my ass. I freeze, holding my breath as he lets his fingers dip into the cut-off material.
“Warren,” I hiss, shame burning through me. Mitch is right there at the table.
“Shh, baby.”’ He nips my ear. “Let me make it up to you.” The tips of his fingers sink into my pussy, and I clutch the edge of the counter at the sudden intrusion.
“Who owns this pussy, Kennedy?” His thumb finds my clit, circling, and my body starts to betray me.
“I—"
“Say. It,” he growls in my ear.
“Y-you do.” The words shred my insides. “You do.”
I know where Warren has brought me the second the car comes to a stop outside an old warehouse.
“You’re fighting?” I ask. As far as I’m aware, Warren hasn’t fought in months.
“No, we’re just here for the show,” he replies with a smug grin. One that has my heart in my throat.
Fight night isn’t the kind of place you bring your date, not without good reason.
What the hell are you up to, Warren?
He grabs my hand and pulls me to the door, mouthing some secret password at the guy standing guard. He lets us past, and the nasty air hits me. Blood, sweat... sex. It all mixes together to create a cloying smell. There’s already a fight in progress, the sounds of fists cracking and men grunting filling the air.
Warren doesn’t make for the main crowd, all gathered like hungry wolves circling for the kill. Instead, he pulls me over to the wall, secreting us away in the shadows. From here, we can just see the makeshift ring. It’s been slightly raised to give everyone a better view.
“Warren, what are we doing here?”
“You’ll see.”’
Fear slides down my spine. There’s only one reason he’d bring me here, and I don’t want to believe it.
Snagging his arm around my waist, Warren backs further into the wall until we’re completely cloaked in darkness. My skin tingles with trepidation, my heart beating so hard I feel a little lightheaded.
He wouldn’t bring me to fight night without good cause.
Without—
Conner.
