Jab (Fighter Romance) (Las Vegas Series #2) Read Free Page A

guarded. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe she wasn’t guarded. Maybe I was seeing something I conjured up in my head because I wanted her so much. Maybe she was just a fucking bitch.
    I hopped in my Hummer, and floored it out of the parking lot. In thirty minutes, I was supposed to be at the gym training with Coach anyway. I had a fight in three weeks, and I needed to focus as Coach reminded me in the five voicemails he left me this morning after hearing the news.
    The gym was my haven. The one place I went to where all the shit on the outside disappeared and all that mattered was the fight. Today it was not going to be that place. Coach would have too much to say.
    I pulled into the gym parking lot ten minutes later, grabbed my bag, and headed inside. Coach sat at his desk, leaning back in his chair, waiting for me. I didn’t even notice the other guys in the gym, punching bags and lifting weights. It all faded away as I slowly made my way to the old man at the desk. I felt like a kid going into the principal’s office.
    It’s not that I was scared of Coach. He may have taught me everything he knew, and was once a world boxing champion, but he was old now, and I could take him down in a heartbeat. Fear had nothing to do with it, though. It was the disappointment in his eyes as I sat down across from him. I respected him too much for it not to hurt.
    “What the fuck happened?” he asked, sitting up and crossing his arms over his chest.
    “I don’t really want to talk about it. It was stupid, and I know that.”
    He nodded in agreement then held his finger up. “What is the one thing I have taught you above all else? The one thing? The cardinal rule for someone with your abilities.”
    I shrunk into my chair like a pathetic child. “Never use my strength and skills outside the cage.”
    “Exactly. So, I ask you again. What the fuck happened?”
    I shrugged, because really what could I say. No matter how I diced it, I fucked up. “I overreacted,” I finally admitted. “But, I’m taking care of it. Sebastian’s lawyers are on it and, with any luck, it will disappear by next week.”
    “It better. You don’t need this shit right now. What you need is to focus. To throw everything you have into training these next three weeks. JoJo Lopez is an easy win, but he’s got skills and, if you’re not a hundred percent in that cage, everything you’ve worked for will be stripped away.”
    “I’m in. I’m all in.”
    “Good. Now, go change, and get your ass in that ring. We have a lot of tape to review, and a shit ton to work on.”   
    I hauled my bag onto my shoulder, and headed to the locker room, letting all thoughts of Mila fall away. 
     

Chapter 4
    Mila
    I dimmed the lights, and got on my hands and knees, crawling slowly toward the buzzed bachelorette who waited for me on the couch. Her dress barely covered her, and I could see a sliver of white between her legs. White panties signified innocence, but I could tell by the desire in her eyes that innocence was far from accurate.
    Her friends paid top dollar to squeeze her in for a lap dance, and I wasn’t going to disappoint. By the time I was done with her, she’d be debating whether she was straight or not.
    When that door closed, it was my job to put all my bullshit behind me, and focus solely on the client. It was why I had been working so many extra hours. Being in here made it impossible to think about Knox, which I found myself doing way too much.
    He was a possessive jerk who always got what he wanted and, for some reason, he got under my skin. He was right when he said I wanted him. My entire body ached for him in ways I didn’t know possible. It was strong and it was fierce, but my mind was stronger than my body. I refused to let myself be another one of his charity cases. I might not have deserved much, but I sure as hell deserved better than that.
    The girl tossed her long blonde curls over her shoulder, and gripped the chair in anticipation. I