Page 3 of The Fighter who Needed Me
Aside from Burk, Brooks liked being solitary. He was just fine not being around anyone, especially not women.
He hated all of them for treating him and Burk as if they were objects to be used and Brooks had to put his foot down more than once when someone got pushy with him.
He would always remember his mother and their discussion before she died and not once did he waver.
Nor did he want to. He was never even tempted.
Neither was Burk. Burk had found his woman and had lost her when they had just started out fighting. He was not going to let just anyone touch him.
When they made enough money to stop fighting for Charles and his son Carter and do something for themselves. The brothers decided to open their salon and teach men how to fight.
It was what they were good at and Brooks loved it.
He was content in his life and thought he was happy.
And he was. Eden came into their life and gave it meaning. Helped them see just how lonely their lives were.
And Brooks threw himself into teaching, boxing, the orphanage and helping the women in any way they could.
But in bed at night, he was lonely. Tired of sleeping in a cold bed. Not enough to change it, but he wished every day that he could find his love.
And when Lily came back into their lives, he knew that was it for Burk and he was happy for his brother and his sister.
But once again, he was left out. And it hurt him more than he let on.
And when Lily went missing, Brooks would do anything to help Burk find her again.
Including coming on this journey.
But now that they were here, Brooks had a feeling deep in his soul this is where he was supposed to be.
And sure enough, he was right. The moment he held Persephone in his arms and saved her from the man trying to take her, he knew his waiting was through.
Knew that it was finally his turn. That he had found his life. His soul and he was never letting it go.
