AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You’ll fly backnow.”
From the tone of his voice, I knew better than to risk losing him when I needed him most.
I can’t risk losing Tatiana either, though.
“I just want to check a few more places, Ralph,” I said. “It’ll only take a few hours and I’ll still be back in time.”
“Head to the airport now or I’m quitting.” He hung up before I could say another word.
Fuck.
FORTY-FOUR
PRESENT DAY
TATIANA
5 Nights Before the Rematch
Manhattan, New York
Text from Travis (Don’t Answer):
Tatiana, it’s 4 a.m., but I know you’re awake. Pick up the phone.
Text from Travis (Don’t Answer):
I really need to talk to you. Just hear me out for two minutes.
Text from Travis (Don’t Answer):
Are you still coming to my fight?
Text from Travis (Don’t Answer):
I’m sending a private plane to NYC so you can watch it from the front row like we always discussed.
Tears streamed down my face as I looked over Travis’s morning messages—wondering if his heart was as broken as mine.
As tempted as I was to respond, I could no longer play the part of a masochist.
I deleted his messages and finally did what I should’ve done years ago, what would’ve spared me a love I could never keep and a heartache time could never cure.
I blocked his number.
Permanently.
—
THE SNARKY GLOVE
#1 UFC & MMA GOSSIP SOURCE FOR FANGIRLS
Dearest Fans,
The Punisher’s ritual is officially broken.
Ever since we started this blog and began following Travis Carter’s career, we’ve been obsessed with his legendary pre-fight routine.
