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"And if something feels wrong?" I pressed, needing to hear her say it.
"Tell the guys or Mara immediately," she recited dutifully.
"Perfect," I murmured, rewarding her with a gentle kiss. “My good angel.”
"I'll be watching the whole time," she promised, her small hand covering mine where it rested against her cheek. "I'll see you win."
The absolute certainty in her voice made my heart do stupid flips in my chest.
“Catalyst!” Coach Miller's voice shattered our bubble. He stood in the doorway, face heavy with impatience.
"Hands off your girl and get your ass to warm-up! We've got three hours till showtime!"
I didn't bother turning around, keeping my eyes fixed on Isla's face as I memorized every detail.
"Five minutes," I called back, not taking my eyes off Isla.
Coach groaned, mumbling to himself. “My fighters want to forfeit the title before they even fightfor it...”
Connor snorted from his position by the door. "Better go, Catalyst. Before he has an aneurysm."
I sighed dramatically, making Isla smile. "The sacrifices I make for my career."
Before standing, I pressed my forehead against hers.
“Go win this so I can post it,” She whispered with a smile against my skin.
With one final, lingering kiss, I forced myself to stand. Every step away from her felt wrong, like tearing off a limb.
As I followed Coach down the corridor toward the locker room, my mind was already split—part focused on the upcoming fight, part monitoring the security feeds I'd hacked to keep eyes on the VIP box.
My opponent didn't stand a chance. Not with Isla watching.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Isla
Isettled into the plush leather seat of the VIP box, Adrian’s ribbon tangled between my fingertips as cheering swallowed the world beyond the glass.
The arena below us vibrated with thousands of fans screaming, camera flashes popping like stars, and commentators gesturing wildly at the edge of the ring.
Beside me, Estelle looked like she’d been born into this life: elegant, comfortable, her hand draped across the expanse of Jax’s thigh like she owned him.
She leaned in, her voice velvet over the crowd’s roar. “First time at a real fight?
I nodded. “I’ve only ever seen bits and pieces on TV.”
Sierra, perfectly content in Connor’s absurdly big lap, laughed, the sound relaxed and easy, even as half the muscles in Connor’s arm bulged around her. “Nothing compares to seeing it live.”
Connor's expression remained stoic, but his hand moved to stroke Sierra's hair.
“Adrian’s different in the ring,” he warned, voice low, but oddly gentle when aimed at us.
"Different how?" I asked, a flutter of nerves and excitement blossoming in my stomach. I wanted to see Adrian unfiltered, to see all of him.
Estelle sidled closer, crooking a finger to beckon me in like we were sharing secrets. “The guys lose their minds out there… But it’s sort of glorious. You’ll see.”
Jax grinned, rogue-bright, draping his arm across Estelle's shoulders, fingers playing with her hair.
