They care about our wellbeing, and when it comes to Tate that is my top priority.
“You did great!” Tate wraps her arms around my neck, but I shake my head not so sure.
“I don’t know, this is too fast. I’m not ready for this.” It’s not that I don’t think I can’t win; I need to ensure my beast is fully caged.
Tate tightens her hold on me, her smile fading.
“You are. Stop doubting yourself,” she quips.
I narrow my brows at her tone.
“What if I snap, what if I get too pissed and…”
“Then I’ll be there to push you past it.” She cups my face, kissing me softly. Her plush lips fitting mine perfectly, my doubt folds.
Tate is my beast’s keeper, without her I’d still be hitting a bag in a gym with no promising future wondering what if.
I can’t do this without her.
I smile, and cup the back of her neck.
“Enough of that shit in my gym Tate and Camden! Get back to work!”
Tate and I laugh, and part ways. For some reason, coaches can’t stand public display of affection.
“Don’t forget tonight we meet the wedding planner!” Tate reminds me.
“The one Chloe picked out?” I question. Chloe picked out the most expensive one in Chicago, and I have to say I’m dreading this.
“Yeah, she’s taking this bridesmaid thing to a whole other level.” Tate rolls her eyes. A hit upside my head takes my focus from Tate to where the hit came from. Finding Coach Les pinning me with cold eyes.
“I said enough of that shit. You plan your wedding on your time. I stopped believing in them three divorces ago.” He laughs hard, and I can’t help but laugh with him.
“Now come on, we have to outfight that bad rep you made for yourself. Although I have to say, I love watching the footage of you flipping everyone off.” He glances at me with an impressed look.
I rub at my neck anxiously, hating he not only saw the footage, but is bringing it up.
“Come on sissy boy, let’s see how hard you really hit.” Les holds his hands up, wanting me to punch them as fast and hard as I can.
I raise my fists, ready to throw this fucker down along with my bad reputation.
Tate
“So wait, you don’t want a traditional wedding topper?” Camden looks at me with a confused look as we stand in the posh La Adore Wedding. It’s a wedding planner franchise that Chloe found here in Chicago.
“No. Remember that game where you’re a red or blue fighter and you have to try and get the other’s head to pop up by punching them to win?” I start second guessing my choice; worried he wants a more traditional wedding.
“Yeah…”
“I want those on the cake. I saw it in a movie when I was a kid and have wanted it ever since. What do you think?” I bite my bottom lip nervously.
Camden laughs, before pointing at the paper our wedding planner has in his hands.
“You heard the lady. Fighting figures from a game.”
I smile, excited we’re on the same page.
The wedding planner looks mortified. He’s a young guy Chloe found, swearing he’d be perfect. Camden was all for it, but really I’d be fine going to the courthouse. I don’t need to spend thousands of dollars just to marry the man of my dreams.
Camden pulls his phone out and his eyes go wide.
“What?”
He doesn’t reply so I grab his phone from his hands and turn my back to him.
Looking at the screen it shows Silvia Machen being arrested for suspicion on conducting an underground fighting ring, and endorsing more than millions from the MFC. I can’t help but smile when I see who wrote the article.
Keegan.
It worked, the devil herself was taken out and Keegan is not a sex maid.
“Why do you have that look?”
I freeze.
“What look?”
“That one.” He points at my face.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I reply casually. His face goes into a panic when he realizes I had something to do with taking down The Underground.
“You know if any of Silvia’s team find out—”
“They won’t. There is nothing tying me to the information I sent Keegan.” I rub at my forehead nervously. I knew doing it was risky, but I wanted to take Silvia out, and this was the best way.
“Who is Keegan?”
“She was my old college roomie,” I explain.
He rolls his head back, and groans. His hands palming his face as he’s clearly frustrated that I did such a risky thing.
“I take this as an omission, and you know where liars get it.” He drops his hands, a serious look crossing his face.
I roll my lips onto one another, trying to keep from laughing. He wants to get me in the ass so bad, he’ll find any excuse.
His phone rings, and he snatches it from my hand.
He holds his finger up and walks outside.
“Alright, our cake maker has a nephew who has the game you’re talking about and said he could use it for the cake. So that is settled.” The wedding planner brushes his short dark hair from his flawless forehead.