"It's not a big deal, Stace. I didn't join an underground fight club. It's just to blow off some steam," I answered, still staring at our hands.
She was so mad at me, but we held hands like you do when you're in love. This was not how a woman who had lost interest in me and just wanted dick acted. I would know. How many times was a woman with me just because she liked the way I fucked her?
"You haven't been in a ring since you were eighteen. How fucking long?" she insisted, bringing us to a halt in front of her car.
"Since Paris," I answered, realizing this didn't look good for someone who had been bitching about her secret for two weeks.
What's worse was I was keeping an even bigger secret than this from her. I didn't understand just how much danger I put her in by going on the run in the first place. Not until that call in Rome.
