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He scoffs. “I think you’re kidding yourself. But okay.”
“I’d like your support.”
“You’ve already got it. You know that.” He hesitates. “I’m not thrilled Molly’s going with you to Vegas, though.”
“I can’t do this again without her. It’s not fair. It won’t interfere with her classes?—”
“I’m not worried about that. She’ll be done with finals, by then.”
“You worried she’ll get upset during the fight?” If things get as bad as they did in my fight with Naptime, I don’t know if Molly can handle seeing me bleed that much.
“Yeah.” He stretches out his arm and waves his hand near my face. “For some reason she likes your ugly mug arranged as it is.” He pauses, then adds, “I also don’t want any of the fight bros that’ll be hanging around the event bothering her. They’ll do it just to fuck with your head.”
A slow grin slides over my face. “Then come with us, and be my fight bro, bro.”
He flicks his gaze to the ceiling. “Yeah, I probably should be there to chaperon. I don’t want you two getting any ideas while you’re in Vegas.”
It takes a second for his meaning to sink in. “Molly wants to get married in a rose garden, not Vegas.”
He groans and shakes his head.
“We’re not ready for that anyway.” I cock my head. “You don’t need to make up reasons. It’s okay to want to be there to watch me win. Just say you’ll be my emotional support fight bro.”
He cracks up and kicks his foot at me. “Fine, fucker. Yeah, I wanna be there to see you hand that guy his ass. And to make sure no one in his crew tries to mess with you outside the ring.”
“There.” I roll my head to the side and grin at him. “Was that so hard, big buddy?”
“I don’t know if I like this new, cocky Griffin Royal.”
“Same guy I’ve always been.”
“Nah, you used to fear me more.”
“You want a friendship based on fear?”
He can’t seem to come up with an answer to that one. While he’s working out a comeback, I peel myself off the floor and hold out my hand to him.
Reluctantly, he allows me to help him up.
“You got me good, fucker.” He curls his arm around his side.
This is the real reason we stopped sparring with each other. I hate hurting my best friend. And there isn’t really a “nice” way to trade blows with someone. “You asked for it.”
“I did.” He nods once.
“You went low with that kick to my bad knee.”
He grimaces. “That was shitty. Sorry.”
As much as I try to hide it, I end up limping out of the cage. It’s not even the pain as much as my knee just doesn’t want to function. I don’t want to make Remy feel worse, though, so I do what I always do and power through the pain.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Griff
“Aren’t you two getting a little old for this?” Molly places her hands on her hips and glares at us.
Molly was here, waiting on the back porch when we dragged our sorry asses home. She had not been amused to watch us stagger out of Remy’s vehicle.
