Released (Caged 3) - Page 99
I smiled, but I didn’t feel it.
“He’s a good one,” Yolanda said.
“You two know each other?” Al asked.
We made quick eye contact before we admitted that we did.
“Well, hell, Liam,” Al said. “Yolanda’s one of the best trainers around. She’s got her boys all over the city. I’m surprised she never introduced you to Graham before.”
“You know Graham?” I raised an eyebrow at her.
“You’ve been talking to Graham?” The surprise in Yolanda’s voice was evident. “You haven’t accepted an offer, have you?”
“Offer?” I repeated.
Yolanda looked at Al expectantly.
“We hadn’t gotten that far,” Al said. “They just met tonight. Graham wanted to see him in action, and I didn’t want the shit kicked out of me again, so…”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I snapped at them both.
“I guess that cat’s out of the bag.” Graham’s hand clasped my shoulder as he walked by and kissed Yolanda’s cheek. “Good to see you, Yolanda. I didn’t realize you ever got this far north.”
“Just came to see my boy here.” Yolanda’s smile suddenly turned venomous as she stepped closer to me and tried to link her arm with mine. I stepped away, but she stayed close.
“Your boy?” Graham repeated with raised brows. “You have a contract with Liam?”
Graham glanced at Al expectantly as Yolanda and I answered simultaneously.
“Yes,” Yolanda said.
“No,” I insisted, and then looked over at my former trainer. “What the fuck, Yolanda?”
“Not now, Liam!” she hissed under her breath. “I’ll explain later!”
“Fuck you,” I growled at her before turning back to Graham. “I don’t have a contract with anyone.”
Graham looked over at Yolanda again and crossed his arms.
“Dammit, Liam!” she suddenly yelled. “You never did know how to keep your fucking mouth shut!”
Before I could even think about taking a swing at her, she turned on her heel and marched right out of the gym. The glass doors didn’t quite hit her on the backside on the way out, but I had the feeling I might have seen the last of her.
No regrets.
“What the hell was that?” Al asked.
“She never did like competition,” Graham laughed. “I take it you have worked with her in the past?”
“Yeah,” I said. “I used to train with her. She’d set up my opponents for cage fights on the south side of town.”
“Geez, seriously?” Al shook his head. “You’re a lot better than that. Even if Graham doesn’t have anything for ya, I know some people who will set you up with traveling fights. There’s a lot more money in those. It’s all aboveboard, too, so you can train on the side, make enough hours to get benefits—the lot.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, “but I have no fucking idea what you guys are talking about.”
“Come on and sit down,” Graham said.
We walked over to the far side of the ring and into a little office behind it. Al shut the door, and Graham and I sat down in the rolling chairs inside.
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