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Neither of us speaks as we drive home and I make sure to go straight into the bathroom and close the door when we get there, turning the shower on I sit on the edge of the bath and cry.

I don’t know what to do.

I want to do the right thing.

I want to avenge my brother, to get justice for his death, to ruin his murderer, but why did I have tomeetRadmir? Why did I have to get to know Ruvim and his family?

How am I going to face the Enzos if I don’t go through with the plan? How would I explain this to them? It would be viewed as a betrayal and it would not be taken lightly.

I would be protecting my brother’s murderer.

Chapter 20 - Radmir

This morning, I had a fight with Ruvim.

He spent the night with the doctor, getting stitches and tending to his injuries. He just doesn’t get how serious this is. He thinks that because he won, he is king of the cage and every fight will be as easy as that one.

They set you with a lower-level opponent for the first fight. And Ruvim got lucky. The moment people start placing more serious bets on him—he becomes a target for foul play.

Renat can still watch his own back, and he has spent years studying the other fighters. Ruvim has no clue how this really works.

He is a goldfish in a pool of sharks.

I stand up, pushing my chair away from the desk. I worked from home today, even though it’s the weekend I had to try and distract myself. It didn’t work, though. I’m angry with Ruvim, and I’m angry with Jade. Because on top of that whole cage fighting frustration, Jade has been avoiding me since we left the fight. I can’t imagine why, but she’s spent the entire night and the whole of today pushing me away and giving me short one worded answers when I try to speak to her.

I fucking need her right now and she’s pushing me away for seemingly no reason.

And it’s starting to get to me.

Every time I think that things between us are improving, she switches sides and turns the cold shoulder.

I’m tired of it. It’s not fair to me.

I have a right to know if she is interested or not so that she can stop playing with my heart, thoughts and ideas of our future.

I know what I want, and I’ve been trying to make it as clear as possible to her. I’ve given her time to process things and come to her own conclusions. But she’s playing hot and cold.

She’s playing games with me.

And I don’t play games when it comes to things like this.

If there is nothing between us, I want to know now so that I can move the fuck on with my life. Although, at this point, I have no idea how that will be possible.

The idea of losing her, even what I have now, aches deep inside me like a virus blooming through my body.

Taking the risk of confronting her is a double-edged sword.

If she says no—I lose the little interactions we have now.

But the few interactions we have now are driving me crazy.

I need to know. For my own sanity.

I storm downstairs with a thundercloud brewing above my head. A proverbial tornado, precariously close to unleashing and slipping out of my control.

I am not usually one to lose control, but she has me in a mess.

Jade is sitting in the living room, reading a book. She looks up at me when I march into the room and glare at her.

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