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My fucking heart. I squeezed him closer. “I’m not going anywhere, trouble.”
“Don’t leave. Don’t leave me. Please, Sir. Don’t leave.”
Well, I hadn’t expected my heart to be carved into a million pieces tonight. Mav’s words were running in the forefront of my mind.You better not push that boy away again. It will shatter him.
“I’m not leaving, Brooks. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise. Please, Luca. Sir. Promise. Don’t leave me, not ever.”
I kissed the top of his head, feeling so fucking hollow. “I promise. I won’t.”
“Thank you!” He sobbed into my chest again, clawing even farther into me. Thank you.”
I held him tight, on the ground, in the middle of the woods, tears streaming down my face.
CHAPTER 37
MAVERICK
“Didyou really think you were in charge here? Thatyoucould take our fucking prize? You’re just a fucking slut like him, a dirty whore who needs both his holes filled. It’s time to show you your place.”
Skye blinked, trying to shake off the hit. I reared back, ready to strike again, but this time Skye blocked it. He took advantage of me being off-balance, his knee hitting me hard in the thigh. Then he shoved me to the ground and took off.
“Fucker!” I snapped, climbing to my feet. I had to catch him before he got too far. Skye had speed to his advantage, but I wouldn’t give him a chance to use it. His ass was mine.
Skye was heading toward the tree line. I vaguely saw Brooks take off in the same direction, Luca stalking carefully behind him. I was worried about Luca, but I couldn’t let myself get distracted, not when I was hunting Skye, because I sure as fuck refused to allow him to be the victor.
He was just on the edge of the woods when he stopped, turning around to face me, his expression cocky.
It reminded me of his fighting days, of the face he’d always worn right before he’d taken down his opponent. I’d been the one who’d found Skye and had brought him to Luca’s attentionafter his career had ended. I’d always been a fan, following him since his amateur days, and had known he would be the right fit for our team. I just hadn’t realized how right I’d be.
But if this motherfucker thought he’d have the same results he had in the octagon with me, he was sorely mistaken.
“Oh, so is this how it’s gonna go? Do you really think you can take me?” My voice took on a haughty tone.
Skye grinned and wiped a stray hair from his face. “I know I can take you, asshole. I’m not gonna give you the satisfaction of chasing me. That would imply I was afraid of losing. But I don’t lose.”
I took a step closer. Skye sidestepped. “Maybe that was true back in the octagon. But you’ve never fought me.”
In reality, I knew in a real fight who would be the victor, and it wouldn’t be me. Luckily for me, Skye didn’t actually want to win. I knew he would give me one hell of a challenge though.
I swung for him. Skye easily dodged and got me with a jab to the gut. “The fuck?”
He grinned. “Oops. My hand slipped.”
That little . . .
He was baiting me. I knew it, but I still fell for it. That was part of the game for us. My next swing grazed him, and he got me again . . . in the same fucking spot.
“Oh, you’ll pay for that, slut.”
“See.” Skye dodged to the side. “You say things like that, but since you can’t even touch me, I seriously doubt it.”
This is how he wanted to play it? He was in a mood today, wasn’t he?
“I guess we’ll see.”
Like I’d known he eventually would, Skye started to get cocky. He had the same problem in the octagon, though a fight had rarely lasted long enough for that to become an issue.
