“I know I thought it was a bad idea to cancel that last fight with O’Connor in Vegas, but you were right, it made O’Connor’s team up the grand prize,” Frank stated.
“I don’t want you to schedule any other fights right now. I’ll let you know when to schedule something else.”
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong. Actually, everything is right.” Waylon traced a piece of notepad with the pen he held in his hand. His mind was on Amelia.
“Hey, you better stay focused. Are you dating someone?” Frank asked and Waylon told him about Amelia.
“Holy shit. You and your brothers?”
“Yep.”
“That’s what you’ve always wanted. She must be damn special to get the four of you to actually be nice.”
“Fuck you.”
Frank chuckled. “Damn, this sounds very serious.”
Waylon shook his head despite the fact that Frank couldn’t see him.
He gripped the phone tighter.
“I need to get going. Have Jose, Diver, and Quincy call me to set up coming out here.”
“You got it. Those guys love coming out to your ranch and working you in that state-of-the-art gym. Fucking funny to have it all set up in a barn.”
“No one knows it’s even there. I’ll talk to you soon,” Waylon said, and then disconnected the call.
He heard a knock on the door. “Come in.”
Ricky was there. “What’s going on?”
Waylon explained about his upcoming fight.
“So you’re going to leave Amelia and us for this?”
“I’m training here. I’m not flying out anywhere else.”
“Good. How about the fight? How long will you have to leave?”
“Well, it’s going to be a good one. A grand prize of a hundred thousand. I’m fighting O’Connor.”
“Holy shit. You’ve been wanting to fight him for the last year.”
“Yeah, well, I had to beat a bunch of other people. He’s young, got to the top fast, and fights like a street fighter. I’m going to need some special training. The fucking guy has a mean right hook and does take a lot of cheap shots.”
Ricky shook his head. “When are you going to tell Amelia about this?”
“Soon. I’m not sure how she’s going to take it. She made that comment about not liking fighters.”
“Yeah, well, maybe she means just fighting for no reason and not the sport?”
“Maybe. We’ll see. How about we go out to the barn and make sure everything is set up? I’ve got Jose and the guys coming out in a few days.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Waylon stood up and grabbed his cell phone. He hoped that Amelia understood. When he thought about telling her, he felt as if she would be upset. She meant the world to him. In fact, this fight might wind up being one of his last ones. He was getting older and getting tired of fighting and being angry inside all of the time. He would wait and see once this fight with O’Connor was over.