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Kinsley ground her teeth for a beat or two, saying nothing at first. That’s when I got to my feet and told both of them to knock it the fuck off before I slap the taste out of both their mouths.
Rhett angrily shook his head and finished wrapping me up. When he was done, he grabbed my band-t and handed it over before pressing a tender kiss on my lips.
“See you out there?”
I nodded. “Yeah. See you out there.”
“I don’t like this, Samara,” Kinsley spoke again when he was gone. “You’re hurt. Are you positive you can do this?”
“While I appreciate the concern, Kinsley, it’s every man and woman for themselves tonight. Don’t worry about me, okay? I’ll be just fine.”
“RECRUITS,” boomed a loud familiar voice. “GET READY! IT’S TIME!”
Kinsley reached out and hugged me gently before she pulled back and grabbed my hands, squeezing them. “Good luck, Samara.”
“Yeah,” I murmured, forcing a strong smile on my face. “Good luck.”
God knows I sure as fuck needed it.
Jace
20
My second trial is about to start. I have to fight someone. Wish me luck.
I frowned at Samara’s message, my guts clenching as I typed my response.
Jace: You got this, Kitten. Remember your training and don’t hold back. I love you.
My phone was halfway to my pocket when it buzzed with another message.
I love you too.
My smile lasted for a small moment before I sighed and slid the phone deep into my side pocket, worry coursing through me. I was at the club, having run off to hide in one of the bathroom stalls when I saw there was an unread message from Samara. Business was booming as usual, and thanks to everyone showing up for their shifts and minding their P’s and Q’s, things were running smoothly, giving me some extra time to kill.
It’d been eight days since Samara’s assault. Last time I talked to her was about three, maybe four days ago and last I heard,she was still banged up pretty good. There was no way in hell she was healed enough to compete in this trial. I hoped Xavier, or whatever the fuck his name was, knew what he was doing. With any luck, given the state of Samara’s injuries, he’d have enough common fucking sense to pardon her.
But I doubted it.
Highly.
Fuck.
I didn’t like this shit. Not one bit.
“Uh, Boss?” Jasper’s flustered voice bounced off the walls.
Shit.
I pretended to flush the toilet and unlocked the stall.
“What is it?” I asked when I walked out, approaching the sink. I pumped some soap in my palm and began washing my hands. “Everything good?”
“The bartenders need you. Everyone is paying with fifties and hundreds tonight, so they need you to break change.”
I sighed, nodding to the request. “Tell them I’m coming now.”
I finished drying off my hands and walked out the bathroom, stalking over to the closest bar where I found Brady waiting for me with a mountain of bills in his hand.
