A path cleared as I walked to the Circle, and then the human gate closed behind me. Brady stood toe to toe with me, breathing hard and shaking like he’d just shot up with Red Bull and Mountain Dew.
Usually I didn’t take this shit seriously and made a game of psyching my opponents out, but tonight’s fight was important, so I put on my game face.
Adam sounded the horn. I balanced my core, took a few steps back, and waited for Brady to make his first mistake. I dodged his first swing, and then another. Adam popped something off from the back. He was unhappy, but I had anticipated that. Adam liked for fights to entertain. It was the best way to get more heads in the basements. More people meant more money.
I bent my elbow and sent my fist flying into Brady’s nose, hard and fast. On a normal fight night, I would hold back, but I wanted to get this over with and spend the rest of the night celebrating with Abby.
I hit Hoffman over and over, and then dodged a few more from him, careful not to get so excited that I would let him hit me and f**k everything up. Brady got a second wind, and came back at me again, but it didn’t take long for him to wear himself out throwing punches he couldn’t land. I’d dodged punches from Trenton way faster than this bitch could throw.
My patience had run out, and I lured Hoffman to the cement pillar in the center of the room. I stood in front of it, hesitating just long enough for my opponent to think he had a window to nail my face with a devastating blow. I sidestepped as he put everything into his last throw, and slammed his fist straight into the pillar. Surprise registered in Hoffman’s eyes just before he doubled over.
That was my cue. I immediately attacked. A loud thud signaled that Hoffman had finally hit the ground, and after a short silence, the room erupted. Adam threw a red flag on Hoffman’s face, and then I was surrounded by people.
Most of the time I enjoyed the attention and hell yeahs of those that bet on me, but this time they were just in the way. I tried looking over the sea of people to find Abby, but when I finally got a glimpse of where she was supposed to be, my stomach sank. She was gone.
Smiles turned to shock when I shoved people out of my way. “Get! The f**k! Back!” I yelled, pushing harder as panic came over me.
I finally reached the lantern room, desperately searching for Abby in the darkness. “Pigeon!”
“I’m here!” Her body crashed into mine, and I flung my arms around her. One second I was relieved, the next I was irritated.
“You scared the shit out of me! I almost had to start another fight just to get to you! I finally get here and you’re gone!”
“I’m glad you’re back. I wasn’t looking forward to trying to find my way in the dark.”
Her sweet smile made me forget everything else, and I remembered that she was mine. At least for another month. “I believe you lost the bet.”
Adam stomped in, looked at Abby, and then glowered at me. “We need to talk.”
I winked at Abby. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.” I followed Adam into the next room. “I know what you’re gonna say . . .”
“No you don’t,” Adam growled. “I don’t know what you’re doin’ with her, but don’t f**k with my money.”
I laughed once. “You made bank tonight. I’ll make it up to you.”
“You’re goddamn straight you will! Don’t let it happen again!” Adam slammed cash into my hand, and then shouldered past me.
I shoved the wad of cash into my pocket, and smiled at Abby. “You’re going to need more clothes.”
“You’re really going to make me stay with you for a month?”
“Would you have made me go without sex for a month?”
She laughed. “We better stop at Morgan.”
Any attempt at covering my extreme satisfaction was an epic fail. “This should be interesting.”
As Adam passed he handed Abby some cash before disappearing into the waning crowd.
“You put in?” I asked, surprised.
“I thought I should get the full experience,” she said with a shrug.
I took her by the hand and led her to the window, and then jumped once, pulling myself up. I crawled on the grass, and then turned around, leaning down to pull up Abby.
The walk to Morgan seemed perfect. It was unseasonably warm, and the air had the same electric feel as a summer night. I was trying not to smile the entire time like an idiot, but it was hard not to.
“Why on earth would you want me to stay with you, anyway?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Everything’s better when you’re around.”
Shepley and America waited in the Charger for us to show up with Abby’s extra things. Once they took off, we walked to the parking lot and straddled the bike. She wrapped her arms around my chest, and I rested my hand on hers.
I took a breath. “I’m glad you were there tonight, Pidge. I’ve never had so much fun at a fight in my life.” The time it took her to respond felt like an eternity.
She perched her chin on my shoulder. “That was because you were trying to win our bet.”
I turned to face her, looking straight in her eyes. “Damn right I was.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “Is that why you were in such a bad mood today? Because you knew they’d fixed the boilers, and I would be leaving tonight?”
I got lost in her eyes for moment, and then decided that it was a good time to shut up. I ripped the engine and drove home, slower than I had driven . . . ever. When a stoplight caught us, I found a strange amount of joy in putting my hands on hers, or resting my hand on her knee. She didn’t seem to mind, and admittedly, I was pretty f**king close to heaven.
We pulled up to the apartment, and Abby dismounted the bike like an old pro, and then walked to the steps.
“I always hate it when they’ve been home for a while. I feel like we’re going to interrupt them.”
“Get used to it. This is your place for the next four weeks,” I said, turning around. “Get on.”
“What?”
“C’mon, I’ll carry you up.”
She giggled and hopped onto my back. I gripped her thighs as I ran up the stairs. America opened the door before we made it to the top and smiled.
“Look at you two. If I didn’t know better . . .”
“Knock it off, Mare,” Shepley said from the couch.
Great. Shepley was in one of his moods.
America smiled as if she’d said too much, and then opened the door wide so we could both fit through. I kept hold of Pidge, and then fell against the recliner. She squealed when I leaned back, playfully pushing my weight against her.
“You’re awfully cheerful this evening, Trav. What gives?” America prompted.
“I just won a shitload of money, Mare. Twice as much as I thought I would. What’s not to be happy about?”
America grinned. “No, it’s something else,” she said, watching my hand as I patted Abby’s thigh.
“Mare,” Shepley warned.
“Fine. I’ll talk about something else. Didn’t Parker invite you to the Sig Tau party this weekend, Abby?”
The lightness I was feeling immediately went away, and I turned to Abby.
“Er . . . yeah? Aren’t we all going?”
“I’ll be there,” Shepley said, distracted by the television.
“And that means I’m going,” America said, looking expectantly at me. She was baiting me, hoping I would volunteer to come along, but I was more concerned with Parker asking Abby out on a f**king date.