Page 125 of Undisputed Chaos
I nodded, mentally adding these details to my own security assessment. Nothing would happen to the girls on my watch. "And during the fight?"
"I'll be outside the door with Kim and Trina. Mr. Graves and Easton will join them while you are in the ring."
Mara's eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, her expression professionally neutral, but her message clear: they were taking no chances.
Isla's hand tightened in mine, and I glanced down to find her watching me with a mixture of concern and determination.
"It's going to be fine," she said softly. "I'll be perfectly safe with Connor and Jax alone. You just focus on winning."
I pulled her tighter against me. “I always win, angel. Especially now that I've got an angel worth fighting for."
The drive to the arena took us through downtown Tampa, the streets already filling with fight fans and media.
Billboards featuring my face and my opponent's loomed above traffic, promoting the match.
As our convoy approached the arena's private entrance, I felt the familiar pre-fight energy beginning to build.
That electric mix of anticipation and focused aggression that had carried me through countless other matches.
But this time, there was something new mixed in: a fierce protectiveness that centered entirely on the woman beside me.
I gave Isla one last lingering kiss before helping her from the vehicle.
As we entered the arena, security personnel formed a tight perimeter around us.
Tonight I would fight. Tonight I would win. And tonight, Isla will watch it all from behind bulletproof glass, surrounded by every protection I could provide.
Because she was mine. And I protected what was mine.
Our group was escorted through the arena's back corridors, my body practically shielding Isla from every shadow, every stranger, every fucking breath of air that might touch her.
The bulletproof VIP box waited at the end of the stairs—our fortress against whatever threats lurked outside.
My hand remained firmly at the small of Isla's back, fingers splayed possessively against her blue dress.
"You good?" I asked, bending to whisper against her ear, unable to resist nuzzling briefly against her neck.
Her vanilla scent grounded me, kept me from slipping into the dark place where I'd happily dismember anyone who looked at her wrong.
"I'm fine," she assured me, though her eyes darted nervously around the corridor. "Just... new to all this."
I grinned, deliberately lightening my tone. "What, you mean the armed escorts? The bulletproof glass? The paranoid boyfriend? Welcome to the glamorous world of boxing, angel."
Her laugh, though soft, eased some of the tension in my shoulders. Fuck, I loved that sound.
The VIP box door opened with a heavy metallicthunkas Mara scanned her credentials.
Inside was luxury personified, with plush leather seating, a privatebar, and panoramic bulletproof glass offering a perfect view of the ring where I'd soon be fighting.
I guided Isla to the center of the couch and gently pushed her down onto the leather seat. "This is your throne for the evening, angel. Best view in the house."
Sierra settled beside her, with Estelle completing their trio. The sight of them together, safe and protected high above the arena floor, eased something wild in my chest.
Connor and Jax positioned themselves strategically, Connor by the main door, Jax near the glass, both with clear lines of sight to every approach.
I knelt in front of Isla, my hands framing her face. "Remember what I told you?"
She nodded, her ocean eyes serious. "Stay in the box. Don't leave for any reason. Trust only our people.”
