And also the best thing I’ve ever had my eyes on.
When she arrived at my gym, one of the businesses Iactuallyown, I was at home, and the man tailing her texted me, telling me where she was. I immediately pulled up the security footage on my home computer and watched her. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Iknewthat she had to work hard to have the muscle definition that she has, but watching it in action was another thing entirely.
I hopped on my bike and booked it over there so I could see her before she left. I have work tonight, but I have a few hours before I need to meet up with my brothers.
But when I walked in, I saw her at the ring with Danny, and my eyes narrowed.
Hell no.
After she walks to the locker room, I approach Danny, and he lifts a brow when he sees me.
“What are you doing with her?” I ask him.
“She needs a sparring partner, and I usually work with her. She’s damn good.”
“Not today. I’ll take it.”
He swallows and frowns. “I don’t mind?—”
“Go.”
Without another word, Danny walks away, and I climb into the ring.
Not five minutes go by before my savage girl walks back out here, sans hoodie now. She’s just in the little shorts and a loose black tank over a sports bra, and I’ll be fuckingdamnedif anyone else will spar with her ever again.
She crosses to the ring and then stops when she sees me. Her lips pull up into that beautiful smile.
“Where’s Danny?” she asks.
“Not here,” I reply and make acome heremotion with my hand. “Get in the ring, Violet.”
She hops in as if she does it every day. Her hands are already taped, and I want to fuck her, right here in the middle of this ring.
And I plan to.
“Let me guess. You own this gym.”
I cross my arms over my chest, and her eyes dip to my biceps. My girl likes the bulk, so I’ll do everything in my fucking power to keep it.
“I own this gym,” I confirm.
“I wonder why I’ve never seen you here before.”
Unable to stay away from her, I close the distance between us and cup her cheek. “I don’t know, but I’m here now. You wanna fight, Savage?”
“Yeah. I do.” She takes a breath that’s too shaky for my liking.
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
She shakes her head, but I tip her chin to keep her eyes on me.
“You’re nervous, and youneverhave a reason to be fucking nervous, baby. Just tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll tear it apart for you.”
She licks her lips and then shrugs a shoulder. “I’m okay. I just need to punch something.”
I’ve never had to have so much patience in all my life. This woman doesn’t bend to my will, she doesn’t do as she’s told, and she absolutely has secrets that she’s not ready to share with me, and it’s making me fucking crazy.
“Haven’t heard from you in a couple days,” she says, and then closes her eyes, like she didn’t mean to say that out loud.