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They didn’t know that this would become my priority.
My soul purpose.
I couldn’t control what Leo did in that ring, but I could control what I did to prepare for it.
And I would go into that fight in the best shape of my life and put up the best fight possible.
That much I was certain of.
My phone rang, and I saw River’s face on the screen.
“How’d it go?” I asked.
“They agreed to everything, brother. They’ll meet with the promoters tomorrow, but they feel confident they’ll go for it. They need someone to have that belt with Gunner being out of the game, and Leo has brought a shit ton of attention to this fight already.”
“All right. Looks like we’re doing this.”
“It sure as fuck does. Buckle up, Golden Boy. Training starts now.”
I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “Yep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
I ended the call and called Joey, my trainer, and gave him an update. I had things lined up and ready to go so that we could start once this was officially happening.
It was late, and the gym was dark now. I locked up and made my way outside before the sound of shouting had me turning quickly to see a guy run out of the front door of the coffee shop. He had a mask over his face, and I shouted for him to stop, which, of course, he didn’t do. He ran down the alley, and I had to make a quick decision if I should follow him or make sure no one inside was hurt.
I knew Demi Crawford lived there, and my instinct had me sprinting toward the entrance of Magnolia Beans. My feet crunched over the glass from where he’d obviously shattered the front door. I heard a whimper from inside but couldn’t see anything and climbed through the opening.
“Hello!” I shouted. “Demi, are you in here?”
More whimpering sounded as I reached for the light and flipped the switch, allowing me to see her sitting on the floor with her back against the counter. She was wearing a T-shirt with nothing else, and her bare legs were folded in front of her. Her eyes were puffy, and she quickly swiped away the tears. I bent down to meet her gaze.
“Are you hurt?” I asked, reaching for my phone to call the police.
“I’m not hurt. Please put your phone away.” Her voice was quiet, and it was impossible to miss the devastation in her tone.
“We need to call the police. That dude just took off down the alley.” I reached for her hand and helped pull her to her feet.
“Romeo. Put your phone away,” she commanded, catching me by surprise. Her hand was bleeding, and I set my phone on the counter before turning around to search for a paper towel.
“You’re fucking bleeding, and your business just got broken into. Why the fuck are we not calling the police?” I wrapped my hand around her wrist and pulled her over to the sink. Cold water poured over the palm of her hand, and I used my thumb to see how deep the cut was.
“It’s just from a piece of glass that made its way over here. No one hurt me.”
What the fuck was her deal? She’d just been robbed, and she wasn’t pissed or scared? I mean, she acted like her feelings were hurt, but that wasn’t a logical reaction after some dude broke into your business and could have done whatever the fuck he wanted to do to her.
I turned off the water and dried off her wound before holding her hand close to me and pulling a sliver of glass out of her palm. She didn’t even wince. Hell, when I had to pull a splinter out of Kingston’s foot last summer down by the lake, the dude had acted like a theatrical little bitch.
But this girl was stoic as hell.
“You’ve got two minutes to tell me why we aren’t calling the police, or I’m making the call.” I looked up to see a first aid box on the wall and pulled it down. I took out the bottle of wound wash and sprayed it over her cut before using the gauze to wrap it up. My gaze met hers, and I raised a brow. “You’re down to one minute.”
She just stared at me. Eyes hard. I turned and reached for my phone.
“Stop. Please don’t call the police. I know who it was.”
“You know who robbed you?”
“I do.”
