Roofie (MMA Bad Boys Book 2) Read Free

That’s a big step, Car. You have only been together…what, a month?” I’m concerned that once she moves in with him, their relationship will shatter. Though you can tell the level of love and passion they have for each other, it will change once they’re under each other’s feet day in day out. And Beast loves routine…he’s going to have a heart attack once he sees how many shoes Carlotta owns. That thought makes me chuckle.
    “Yes, I’m sure. I love him and he’s it for me.” She eyes me wearily. “What’s so funny?”
    “Does the poor guy know about your shoe collection?” I snort and cover my mouth to try and hold in the bubbles of laughter trying to escape. Her face is a picture perfect moment and it’s a shame I’m too fucking lazy to dig my phone out of my bag. “I guess not.”
    “He won’t care. He has a walk in wardrobe ready for me, and there’s plenty of space for my shoes, thank you very much.” I’m not sure who’s she trying convince, me or herself. “Anyway, you haven’t seen the amount of ties and watches the guy owns. Like seriously? How many Rolex’s does a man need?”
    “Oh, shut up, Car. Soon, you’ll be swaggering around in bling bling just to match him.” I wink at her and before she gets to reply our food arrives. “Thanks, Gina.”
    “You’re welcome, ladies. Remember, you never have to pay here so don’t bother asking for the bill. Carlotta is my future daughter-in-law after all.” She winks at us before sauntering off back to the bar.
    “She’s lovely,” I say between mouthfuls. “You’re lucky you have a nice in-law, most get nasty stuck up types.”
    “Yeah, I do love Gina.” She smiles wistfully as she continues eating. The next ten minutes are quiet as we eat the gorgeous Spaghetti Carbonara ‘til it’s all gone. “I’m so full right now I could actually pop.”
    “Me too. God, why did I eat it all? I’ll have to work twice as hard at the gym today.” I groan and rub circles around my bloated belly. Though I hate being so full, that meal was damn worth it. Fuckin’ grade-A, that meal was.
    “You always eat that much and always push your limits at the gym, that’s nothing new, Gem,” Carlotta says. “But I agree, twice the work out today.”
    “Does it feel weird? Not fighting anymore, I mean,” I ask as I slump in my chair with my glass of Bottega Gold Prosecco. This wine is exquisite, its sharp yet smooth and Gina’s is the only place you can get it as she has it imported from Italy.
    “A little bit. I don’t miss it though, but it feels weird not being in the ring anymore.” She plays with the placemat on the table, lost in thought.
    After the last fight she had put her in hospital, fighting for her life, she vowed to Beast she would never fight again. That was a reality check for her and now she’s thrown herself into the tattoo shop we both own. She still attends the gym with me, helps me train and spars with me but that’s as far as her interest in fighting goes now. I’m grateful that she still helps me and cheers me on from the side lines. She’s my anchor and she knows it.
    We both sit there, staring out the window and watching the busy Londoners stroll on by with their briefcases and expensive phones glued to their ears. We’re both lost in our own heads but the silence between us is comfortable.
    I may seem like the live and let live kinda girl, but really, deep down, I’m insecure and paranoid. Hell, I’m even shy when I don’t have a drink in my system. I led a sheltered life. My parents are good people, don’t get me wrong but I was never allowed to do anything, I was only allowed out to play with my friends for an hour each day, I was never allowed to watch cartoons on the TV and I was forced to be a vegetarian. I was made to do my homework as soon as I was home from school, and bed time was no later than eight pm. My life was dull and boring, and most days I couldn’t wait to escape the imprisonment of the