Always Yours (Roommate Duet 6)

I don’t even want to think about it.

Chapter Twenty

LIAM

The flight to Vegas was uneventful. We were delayed for three hours due to mechanical issues, and as I sat there and waited, all I could think about was the look on Maddie’s face when I left. By the time we landed, I’d asked myself a hundred times if I’d actually lost my mind because it feels like I have. I’m on edge and ready to get this all over with but have to wait nearly twenty-four hours before I can meet up with JJ. That’s when I’ll know where the fight is taking place. It’s hush-hush so the cops aren’t tipped off before the fight starts. The mob doesn’t want any trace that an underground fight ring exists. Tyler has told me how much money is on the line, and if I win, JJ will walk away a very rich man. He’ll make ten times as much as I lost, and we’ll finally be even.

After we Uber to Tyler’s house and grab his truck, we check into a hotel on the outskirts of town. Tyler takes a few phone calls outside of the room trying to figure out who my opponent is because it’s still a mystery. There are details about the guy, but no name, which has him concerned, given the circumstances of this fight. At this point, I don’t think it matters who it is, just that I beat the fuck out of him. I should be fighting to kill, but I’d rather not take someone’s life if I can win by just knocking him out. After I get in the ring though, and realize it’s my head or his, I’m sure my opinion will change. I’m already wound up so fucking tight that I can barely sit still.

Tyler’s speaking with someone in the hallway, but I can’t really make out what he’s saying. The call ends, and he walks inside, looking me up and down as I stare blankly at the TV. “You need to carb up, hydrate, then get some rest.”

“Any info?” I ask curiously.

“Not yet. I’m working on it, though. I just have a feeling that something more is going on.” Tyler sits on the edge of the other bed.

“We’re talking about the O’Learys. Of course there’s more going on. Wouldn’t surprise me in the least.” I shrug, and Tyler gets up and walks toward the door. “C’mon, I’m starving.”

Tyler drives us to a pizzeria and forces me to eat half of an extra-large thin crust. We’re mostly silent as we sit together, neither of us knowing what to say. I load up on pizza and bread. Then on the way to the hotel, we stop, and he forces me to eat plenty of fruit and drink tons of water.

“Hydration is key so you don’t get fatigued or muscle cramps,” he explains as we haul everything up to our room. Although I’m full as fuck, I do what he says, because winning tomorrow is the only option I’m considering. If Tyler told me to balance on my head for an hour, then do forty jumping jacks in order to be a better fighter, I’d do it.

“I have to meet with JJ around five,” I remind Tyler before I go into the bathroom to take a shower.

“I know,” he tells me, and it seems he has something more to say but doesn’t.

The next day, I can’t get Maddie off my mind. I miss her so much and am worried about how she’s taking this. I imagine she’s a mess, and it drives me crazy we’re in this situation. I eat, then rest most of the morning. But all I want to do is call and talk to her, but Tyler has told me it’s best to wait so I don’t get distracted. But not talking to her is distracting. Emotions are high and being in a different place mentally isn’t good for the ring. Considering I had a dream about her last night when I told her goodbye forever, I’ve been knocked off my axis. However, I’m trying to allow it to fuel me to get through this.

Shortly before five o’clock, Tyler and I head over to JJ’s penthouse, where he’s dressed in a tuxedo and wearing a shit-eating grin. We’re checked for weapons before we’re allowed to fully enter the room. His cocky attitude is still intact, and I’m two seconds from clocking him right between the eyes when he looks at me. The two guys standing in the corner of the room packing guns stop me, though.

“You ready to make me a rich fucking man?” JJ asks.

Tyler stands to the side with his arms crossed, observing it all, but the disdain he has for JJ is written all over his face.

“Just give me the goddamn address,” I demand, my patience waning.