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Wren nodded. “It is, but this isn’t the UFC, Peyton. The rules don’t matter. Ethan’s going to need that anger to win. It's how I got through my fight tonight.” I didn’t know Wren well, but I connected to her.
Wrapping my arms around her neck, I hugged her tight. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was so worried about you.”
She returned my embrace and then let go. “Honestly, it all happened so fast. I let the guy pin me down to make him think he had the upper hand, and it killed me to wait as long as I did to strike. It sucked with him touching me, but I knew I’d get the last laugh with breaking his junk. The second I felt him get hard, that’s when I went on the attack.” She looked at me and smiled. “Martin’s men gave me a wide berth after that. None of them have said a word to me.”
“Did Martin give you your phone back?” I asked.
She shook her head. “That’s how I know he doesn’t fully trust me. There are phones throughout the house, but they’re monitored. They’d put a bullet in my head if I attempted to use one. I’ve already seen what they did to the two men who refused to fight me.”
I didn’t have to ask to know they were probably deep in the bayou.
“Are you okay with what happened?”
Wren’s brows lifted. “You mean the part where I killed a man?”
I nodded.
She shrugged and looked away. “Is it bad if I say I’m more than okay?”
“It’s not bad at all,” I murmured. “I’m not gonna lie, it brought me joy when I heard he was dead.”
Wren’s attention turned back to me. “I was afraid you’d see me differently.”
I shook my head. “No. I admire you. I’d give anything to be like you right now.”
Wren smiled down at my stomach. “I’m sure you would if you could. Such a shame because I’d love to see you in action. Any offspring of Gabriella Reynolds has to be fierce.”
“I don’t feel fierce right now,” I confessed. “I wanted to fight Caden with every ounce of strength I had, but I was afraid of what he’d do to me.”
Wren’s expression hardened. “I can’t stand men who put their hands on women like that.” She glanced around my room and stopped at the bed where my dress was laid out. “Eric and I are supposed to escort you back to the warehouse soon. After that, the plan is still the same. You’re headed to Mexico.”
“What am I going to do about Ethan?”
Wren’s eyes met mine. “I want to help him, Peyton, but I can’t. I’ve been assigned to you, and that’s where I’m staying.” She placed her hands on my shoulders. “But I will say this, if we have an opportunity to escape, we should take it. It might happen at a moment’s notice, but I need you to be ready. Can you do that?”
With all my heart, I knew my answer without a doubt.
“Yes. I’ll be ready.”
I’d made up my mind . . . I wasn’t about to go down quietly.
* * *
Seven o’clock had rolled around within the blink of an eye. I’d put on the skintight black dress just like Martin wanted and covered the bruises on my neck as best as possible with makeup. I was ten weeks pregnant, and you could see a slight bump from the side. Luckily, the black dress masked it.
Eric and Wren were in the front seat while I rode in the back of one of Martin’s expensive sedans. My heart pounded so fast, and my palms were sweaty. My mom had trained me to fight, and I had to hold onto that knowledge with all my might. It’s been a while since being in the ring, but I remembered every move, every tactic my mom ever taught me.
I can do this.
We pulled up at the warehouse and the sky was already dark, giving the atmosphere an eerie vibe. The place felt and smelled like death.
Eric reached for my arm, but Wren smacked his away.
“I got her,” she snapped.
Eric backed off and held his hands in the air. “You know where she goes. I’ll be right there.”
Wren pulled me toward the door but let me go once Eric was out of sight. “Such a tool. I give him one hand job, and now I regret it. He asked if he could fuck me.”
