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“I would never, kiddo. I’m serious.Come to the gym now. We need to talk.”
My eyes automatically go to my mirror even though I can’t see the heavy bags in my trunk.
“I…I’m busy,” I say in a huff. “Doing some work stuff.”
“Billie. Did you hear me or what? This is your chance.Secondchance. No one ever gets that lucky.”
I take a deep breath. I can’t let this slip through my fingers. I’m feeling alive for the first time in weeks. I need to hear what Dickie has to say. The Kings and their buyers can wait.
“I’m on my way.”
I practically ran to the gym door. Pushing it open, I walk in and sprint to Dickie’s office.
“Give it to me, old man,” I say with a massive smile on my face.
“Carla Ruppert left the competition,” he answers casually. Leaning back into his old chair.
My heart drops in my stomach, my shoulders deflating. That’s why he made me come here?
“Yeah, but that just means Killer Clover wins by forfeit.”
“That’s the thing. She didn’t forfeit. She gave you her spot.”
“What?” I start pacing, still not convinced this is possible. “She can’t do that.”
“This isn’t professional. We’re talking about an amateur competition organized by a few gyms in a small city. It’s big for you because you could get an agent, but other than that, it doesn’t mean much. There are no solid rules.”
I bite my thumb between my front teeth, pacing quickly and making myself dizzy. “Dickie, am I fighting Killer Clover?”
“In two months, kiddo. Taylor already knows, and he’s coming to see you.”
“Oh my god.” My knees give up as tears of happiness fill up my eyes. I sit on a chair beside him and look up at him. “This is it. Dickie…fuck!” I shout from happiness. “I’m going to win this fight. I’m going professional. I can already see it.”
He smiles at me wisely, knowingly. Then he confirms, “I can see it too, Billie. The universe is on your side, kid.”
He grabs a beer and gives me a small bottle of orange juice. “No alcohol for my best fighter,” he happily teases before opening his beer.
We drink and talk some more about the intense training I’m going to be doing in the next two months. I’m glad Caden convinced me not to give up, or I wouldn’t have trained since my last fight. I would be in deep shit right now.
It’s bittersweet to think that he’s one of the best and worst things that’s ever happened to me.
I leave before Dickie does, and I’m alone in the parking lot when my jaw drops open.
“Fuck!” I hiss to myself as I run to my car. The back window is shattered, and unsurprisingly, the merchandise is gone. “No,” I choke. “No, no, no.”
How much shit does the old man up there still have in store for me? Because I’m not sure I can take it all.
I run my hands through my ponytail, pulling at it before rubbing my eyes. “Come on,” I rage. “This isn’t fucking fair!”
Bad news always follows whatever happiness I’m going through. I just can’t catch a fucking break.
I settle in my car, hoping it still starts because they fucked it up real good. It does, and I notice one of my lights is broken again. The same one Caden had gotten repaired for me.
Back when I truly hated him. When I knew who he was. How could I forget?
Despite hating the guts out of him right now, I grab my phone and try calling him. If anyone can help me out of this situation, it’s him.
“Please, pick up. Please, please…”
