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I never got a chance to see him again. He refused to see me when he was being tried, and Xi had promised him he’d keep me away. He never put me on the visitor’s list and won’t take my calls when I phone the prison.
Talks of contracts, champagne, and random people partying are what I find in my changing room as I come out.
Taylor and Dickie stay true to themselves, congratulating me while keeping me humble. I don’t really need it. Nothing can truly make me happy anymore. Not when I had the ultimate joy at the tip of my fingers. Love in my clutches, and it all went away because the man I love sacrificed himself for me.
Everything around me, I owe it all to him.
UFC flies us back to New York City in a private jet, and I’m moody the whole way.
“Come on, Bil’s,” Taylor laughs softly. “Just enjoy it. You don’t ever have to take it again.”
“This is rich people shit,” I mumble. “No one needs a fucking private jet. Think of the environment.”
“I’m pretty sure you’re part of the rich people now,” Dickie cackles.
I rarely touch my money. There’s too much for one person, so I send a lot of it to my mom. I got her out of the trailer park as soon as I could and checked her into a psychiatric hospital. She spent six months there. After that, I got her a cottage in the middle of nowhere, since that’s what she wanted.
My dad and sister refuse to take any of the money I offer. I think it’s because that would mean leaving the North Shore Crew behind, and their gang is their reason to live. They don’t want to let it go.
Which is fine. I bought myself a nice apartment. I spoiled myself on some nice vacations with Emma and Xi. Mainly, I put it all into a savings account for Caden. What if he gets out one day? I don’t want him to have nothing left to his name.
Not after what he did for me.
Five months ago, I sent some money to his sister and asked her to get him a new attorney. I never heard anything else from her except when she gave me her bank details.
We land in New York City around four a.m., and I get in a taxi to my apartment in Brooklyn. I don’t live anywhere fancy. I would have felt weird to suddenly buy a penthouse. My place is nice, in a decent neighborhood, but I don’t need anything gigantic.
I walk into my two-bedroom apartment and lock the door behind me. Letting out a long huff, I make my way through the dark hallway and enter my living room, dropping my bag before I even turn the light on.
When I flick the switch, my heart completely stops, and I fall a few steps back from the shock.
“You think they’d give such a famous fighter a little more protection," he smiles.
It’s not the wicked one. It’s the same smile he showed me when I gave him a chance. The smile he reserves for truly happy moments.
“Caden,” I gasp.
His hair is the same black mess on top of his head. His eyes are eating me alive like they always used to, calling my soul and demanding I respond to him.
“Hey, little bee,” he says, standing up from my sofa.
“Oh my god!” I cry out as I run to him. I fall into his arms, tripping on my own feet, and he catches me.
He holds me so tightly against him, I can’t breathe. I do the same, my arms wrapping around him, my heart beating in unison with his.
“I don’t understand,” I cry on repeat. “I don’t understand…”
He pulls away in the slightest, only enough to slam his mouth against mine. We devour each other, but he’s the one who steps away and looks around.
“What are you doing?” A small laugh escapes me as I watch him look for something in the living room.
“Looking for your boyfriend’s belongings. Although there better be no other fucker in your life.” Of course, that’s his number one priority. “‘Cause I’m back, and I’m not scared to go back to prison if anyone else touched you while I was away.”
I shake my head. “No one.” I grin, still not believing what’s right in front of my eyes.
"Ever?”
“Ever,” I confirm.
